wine and dine

For @Pasha @Swift @Allure II and @Whittier :)

The pups were old enough now to be left on their own whilst Bazi hunted or explored the territory. Pregnancy had kept her in the vicinity of the Northwoods for the majority of their claim, but now she strongly favoured the Peak itself. Before any hunt, the mother would take herself to the windiest heights and just sit there, catching her breath from the arduous climb.

Her body was almost normal again, save for a permanently damp belly and prominent teats. With any luck, that would also go back to normal once the pups were weaned.

That process would start today.

Bazi had tracked down and excavated a warren. The best meat of two rabbits was digesting in her stomach when she reached the den and summoned her children outside with two short barks. She knew they understood her, but they did not always obey - particularly the boys.

Without waiting, Bazi forced herself to throw up the half-digested meat. The warm, smelly piled sagged at the edges, and looked to be (from previous experience with Relonikiv's first meal) the perfect consistency for her little first-timers.