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Marina weaned her children on a tight schedule, reasoning that it would be easier to hunt for them than to keep herself fed. Already she felt that her supply of milk fell short most days. @Sobeille's contributions had made up some of the difference, and @Leonore was becoming a better hunter with each passing day — but it would be better, Marina thought, to get the children on meat soon.She'd learned much since her first litter, when she'd thought that her children would eat their meals unaided. Marina, freshly returned from her latest hunt, called out for Crosscurrent and @Riptyde; almost as an afterthought, for @Lucyne and Lilimar too.
When the first puppy arrived, she bent to regurgitate most of her scant meal. It wouldn't be an unfamiliar sight to them, but an increasingly common one as the days went by.
A wag of the tail, a skip of the paws, little 'Lilimar' was on the run
Maybe it would have looked like simple fun,
But mother should know better, an understanding of the things they had once done
Pushes and shoves were nothing new to brothers and sisters
The wretch would take them down with a twitch of the whiskers,
They saw no reason to resist leaving them with bites and blisters
For when a meal was Lilimar's prize,
They could easily leave another to their demise
Maybe it would have looked like simple fun,
But mother should know better, an understanding of the things they had once done
Pushes and shoves were nothing new to brothers and sisters
The wretch would take them down with a twitch of the whiskers,
They saw no reason to resist leaving them with bites and blisters
For when a meal was Lilimar's prize,
They could easily leave another to their demise
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Riptyde knows of his sister's wiles. She's gummed him up from the start - though who knows why? He's been nothing g but a saint to her - a loud, laughing, boisterous saint, but surely he can't be faulted for that.
He knows how she devours. He knows from his bites and bruises he shouldn't interfere as she rushed the meat. But she is the burnt red of a moonless sky. She is not the moon.
And he is the sea, and even now, Marina pulls his tides towards her.
Lilimar is already there, and Riptyde doesn't try to fight her. He tries to outrun her, dashing in from an angle to aim his baby teeth at what they're meant for: the sweet, warm paste given by his Moon.
Surely there is enough for them all.
He knows how she devours. He knows from his bites and bruises he shouldn't interfere as she rushed the meat. But she is the burnt red of a moonless sky. She is not the moon.
And he is the sea, and even now, Marina pulls his tides towards her.
Lilimar is already there, and Riptyde doesn't try to fight her. He tries to outrun her, dashing in from an angle to aim his baby teeth at what they're meant for: the sweet, warm paste given by his Moon.
Surely there is enough for them all.
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