Stone Circle Meal time

Merrit turned to study the racoon again, frowning slightly as Arlette's frenzied dance and Keen's rhythmic gnawing blurred in his periphery. The creature continued to stare blankly at the sky through half-chewed eyes, mouth the slightest bit a jar, as if it had turned to food mid-scream. Merrit didn't like it, he decided, and though his mother gave an answer, it didn't satisfy what he wanted to know. His questions weren't hard; he always knew exactly what he meant. So why didn't the grown-ups ever seem to understand him?

While his hunger cried out to indulge in the meat revealed, Merrit stepped away from the prey even as Arlette rushed forward. He turned to his mother with a pensive frown. "Why's it we don' hear a'thing?" he eventually tried. He would work out his question until his mother got the point, and would sit here all day until her answers satisfied. The least of his worries was if his sisters would leave him with something to eat in the end.