Hoshor Plains grocery shopping

Food came to her via the childrens' father. Were it not for him, they likely would have been killed sooner rather than later. Tomahawk knew that she owed him nothing, though. He had said as much when he had given her the gifts. Rakharo was pleased, at least to some extent, seeing as he did not take her gifts away from her. They needed to be nourished in order to grow into strong, willing workers. And that was exactly what Tomahawk planned for them. She was not under any assumption that they would live any kind of different life. They belonged to Rakharo, and anything else was not even in her imagination.

A thud indicated another delivery, and Tomahawk crept toward the mouth of the den, finding Regipre there. Without emotion, the coyote pulled the bird off of her child, then put the child back with the others. She did not need to be outside the den, not yet. Tomahawk returned to the food, giving the male coyote a lingering stare as she tore into the bird's meat.