Hoshor Plains grocery shopping

His ear flicked as one of the pups squawked, and then turned back as she spoke. He did not understand their language, and nor did he care to. He would not need it for what he came to do. She answered him by retreating further into the den, picking up the pup that she had hidden behind her as she went. He caught a glimpse of the child's tail, but little else. It would have to do for now; this was not his first rodeo and he knew there was no arguing with mothers, no changing their minds no matter how cunning he could be.

He rose to his paws and set out into the plains once more. He would bring for her whatever he managed to find next. It was likely to be meat, but he had no intention of actually honoring the request.