Hoshor Plains grocery shopping

Just as suddenly as it had dropped on her head, the feathery weight disappeared. Regipre kept punching the air with her arms until her mother's mouth closed over her midriff. Instinctively, the pup went limp in Tomahawk's jaws, though as soon as her mother set her down on the floor, the week-old coyote rolled onto her side and began to flail... just in case her unseen opponent decided to return.

When it didn't after a moment, she righted herself as much as such a young whelp could, then scooted forward, unaware of her direction. When her nose bumped into Tomahawk's ankle, she wrinkled it and then sniffed her dam's leg. She associated the scent with food and began rooting around for a nipple. Regipre didn't find one but a dew claw would suffice for now.