Hoshor Plains grocery shopping

Perhaps a smarter being than herself would have asked him why he had stayed, why he had been complacent when Rakharo had pissed on him. But Tomahawk did not. She merely assumed that he—like her—had finally found his place in the world. He asked a question, and she looked at him, unknowing of his reasoning for asking such things. "Meat," she replied, emotion devoid from her response.

Regipre nudged at her back foot, and Tomahawk scooted her back toward the others with the same limb. The mother ate the rest of her male meal, eyes never leaving the coyote who had fathered her children. When she had finished, she sat, staring, allowing the children to keep themselves occupied.