Blackfeather Woods the cookie jar

I'm here baby! :D

Meldresi woke with a start as she heard the voice of her son, calling for her sharply. Her eyes opened halfway, but jerked open as she felt sharp teeth on her ear. Without a retort ready, the sleepy priestess followed after her son, blinking the sleep from her eyes. The den ended in a wall of light, which dissipated into the shadowy world that was her land. And on the forest floor, was a weasel.

She tilted her head, walking towards Damien, wondering what her son had caught. A weasel. The sleepy Dark Queen looked the weasel over, sniffing it closely. She snorted in amusement over the weasel's side as she saw his flank rising and falling gently. "Damien, dear." She said, raising her head from the small mustelid. "It is still alive. You did not kill it properly."