Redhawk Caldera Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates

The Alpha female rewarded her with an approving smile and Wildfire beamed up at her mother. Her lips parted to say something when Fox instructed to eat her kill. The puppy licked her lips, trying to compute the instructions. Her capacity for language was still limited yet. "K-ill?" she repeated quietly, looking down at the squashed frog. It hadn't been intentional and she hadn't done it with her teeth, yet on some level she intuited that, somehow, she'd turned the frog into food.

And it did smell good, if unlike anything she had ever put in her mouth before. Wildfire sniffed at the sticky, squished carcass, then licked at some of the red viscera smeared on the ground. It tasted much like any other meat and blood, though with a decidedly fishy tang to it. She scrunched up her nose but kept lapping at the soupy innards. As for the frog's flesh, well, she decided to keep that as a souvenir.

After polishing off the remaining entrails, Wildfire plucked up the flattened frog body. Her squeal of laughter was only partially muffled as she swung it around in the air, delighting at the way its dangling legs flopped about and struck her in the muzzle. It made a great toy and would be an even better addition to her growing collection of odds and ends.