just one more time

Burke happened to see Morgana walk away from the pup. The large male frowned as he was holding a dead hare in his mouth to place on the caches. The brute stepped closer to inspect if Cicero was doing alright. Maybe the pup wanted the meal he had caught. It would be excellent. Then the young spy would have a fresh meal in his tummy. Burke placed it on the ground before he curiously inspected the young male and why he yelped. Burke's keen eye instantly saw the ants and grabbed the prey and stepped back.

"You are standing in an ants' nest, son," Burke returned to him. "They are not toys," he calmly explained. The tank of a male licked with his pink tongue over his maw to clean out bits of the blood. "You better get out of there. Maybe even wash your paws in that stream over there," Burke advised. Those ants were nasty things.