Ocean's Breath Plateau Love lies bleeding

Looking for babies but all welcome!

Marina's health had steadied in the aftermath of her children's birth. She'd taken to nursing all of the children born to the seal hunter lodge, fussing over @Kilalurak, @Sirmiq, and @Sea Hunter as much as @Puffin and @Chagak. Surrounded by so much new life, it was easier to set aside the grief of her past.

Their teeth had begun to emerge, however, and Marina was eager to begin the process of weaning them. So many little sets of sharp teeth on her belly was the stuff of nightmares. Already she'd shed the weight of pregnancy under the demands of nursing them all.

Thankfully, this wasn't her first rodeo, and she'd picked up a few tricks. Marina called the children over to her and, with all the grace and beauty of any retching mother bird, regurgitated a bit of meat for them to try. She beckoned each of them toward it with an encouraging look.

it was beginning to become abundantly clear that sirmiq was a bit of a glutton. he would shove siblings who got in the way of his food, would tug on their tails if they refused to move, and would often growl when challenged himself for a spot on a teat. 

it would soon become abundantly clear that he was not a picky eater either. the retching sounds of mama number two caused the boy to wobble over with big eyes and an even bigger stomach. as if ancestors long gone had whispered to him the secrets of the universe, it was as if sirmiq knew this sound would result in a meal. 

and though the meat was left for them all to try, the boy found himself there first and promptly shoved his face into new food to attempt to devour it all.

A parent summoned the cubs, and Sea Hunter padded closer to her. He went with a happily whipping tail and eyes wide with curiosity, flopped ears alert to the sound of her retching. Like his brother, the hooded boy waited with anticipation for what was to follow.

Sirmiq thrust his face toward the expelled contents of Marina's stomach, gulping down mouthfuls as though he was a starving animal. Sea Hunter hovered, a little wary; he wanted to feast too. He blinked up at the silver-furred caretaker, expecting her to intervene.

The bird-girl was amusing herself, ironically, with a seabird feather - chasing, catching, shaking. Oh, what fun! She was reluctant to leave her new toy when Mother's familiar voiced resounded, ears folding back momentarily as she got in that one. Last. Shake! Ok, better go!

Tail and ears held high, little Puffin trotted merrily over to Mother. What was going on now-? OH. OH, WELL...

Puffin recoiled a bit, lifting a forepaw in a display of uncertainty, tail drooping. She smacked her lips in confused dismay, a bit of a grimace scrunching her tiny maw. Tigerlily eyes widened in shock - horror, even, as Brother... devoured. The. Mess.

What was going on? And why did her own stomach growl? She was simultaneously concerned, revolted, and hungry. She plopped onto her rump, fighting the tears of confusion that welled in her eyes.