Moonspear five weeks

at the whelping den! tags for reference, all welcome!

 

@Alya had been supervising the cubs this day, alongside @Dirge; she looked to her growing cubs, who were far from big quite yet at only a month old... but who were so much larger than they had been coming into this world. In her mouth was a dead fox and a dead coyote; just as she had educated her first litter (who she thought of fondly, the four of them: @Atlas, @Osiris, @Antares, and @Vega) on the matters of the inferior species, she would teach her young ones what to do with this. They might not understand it quite yet, but she would demonstrate the point physically. 

The mother dropped them and began to drag one temptingly to inspire them to follow after it, and use their teeth—changing now, too—to capture it. @Alya answered first, moving to grab the opposite end of it; before her young ones the two sisters played, snarling and growling and shaking the limp thing they pulled taut between them. 

A sickening rrrrrip was heard as it was torn in two, their work far from clear. It had left a mess, and Hydra chewed at the meat to demonstrate that doing this was alright, too, if they desired. They had begun to shift from milk to regurgitation and she would let them sample blood and guts. Her sister grabbed at her favored intestine, and having eaten beforehand Hydra watched her blend into the shadows to finish her own snack in peace.