Cute little snacks

Pups. The sweet scent of baby wolves invaded the lynx's maw. She herself was close to her first heat, and then may feel different about munching on someones children, but she was hungry. So hungry. She she entered the black woods heedlessly, licking her chops and gazing through the forests hungrily.

The kitty was hungry. And she would not settle for cream.

The little puppy princess was far from her den this time. She leapt in the puddles of snow as it began to thaw. The days were still cool, but they were slowly growing warm, leading to the new season that Potema had never encountered before: spring. Until then, Potema's Arctic blood, a gift from her now absent father reveled in this frozenness.

Eventually, the girl was close to the edge of her tiny world, and beyond the dark canopy she had been born underneath, she saw a bright light unfamiliar to her. Besides that light, she saw something else unfamiliar. A cat. A lynx. The young girl tilted her head, unable to identify such a creature. "Widdle wolf?" was her only explanation.

Lark smiled hungrily at the sight of the little pup. However, she was deep in a pack's territory, and therefore didn't dare to eat it here. But as she looked down at the little, innocent pup, her hunger faded, replaced by something the Lynx had felt before. Want. She wanted this pup as her own.

"Yes, I am a little wolf!" she said brightly. Motioning for the baby to follow, she took a few steps backward. "Come on, pup. I have something for you. It's very yummy." She smiled brightly.

Kadence to the rescue!

Kadence had been sniffing around the territory for a bit, a very sparkly rock in her jaws, looking for Cicero. She had found the rock while exploring the cave and since he was the only one of the pups that she had met, she figured he would be interested in it. It was then when she heard the innocent little voice of a pup and a distinctly non-wolf voice speak back to it in a coaxing manner.

Immediately she dropped the rock and rushed towards the pair, finding a little white pup, presumably Potema, and a small cat. She rushed forward and stepped protectively over the tiny snow-furred girl, her ears drawn back and her teeth bared at the lynx.

"Don't you dare touch her." she growled at the devious creature. Since she had met Cicero, she had decided that it might be a good idea to pursue the caretaker trade. The need to protect the pup's innocent little lives pulled her to them.

I wonder if this could be used for caretaker. :P

Potema blinked happily, her tail waggling. "Foof?" She mispronounced the word childlike. She was ready to step up and follow the "widdle wolf" but something covered her view before she could. Potema squeaked with surprise, her blue eyes looking up to see a black feminine form over her. It was not her mother, since it was lacking the still-heavy dugs Meldresi sported. But the smell was familiar. It was a pack wolf for sure.

The black female snarled at the little wolf, and the princess was confused. Was she not a good wolf? She didn't smell familiar, that was for sure. It was possible...