Hoshor Plains shots and squats

Minutes passed, and still the shrieking was unremitting. For a moment he considered intervening, but short of them being attacked it was their mother's business to tend to their fussing, not his. Fortunately, the wailing stopped. He heard nothing more from the den, not even the soft shuffle of dirt beneath tiny paws. Her surmised that they fell asleep, and after resting himself, he rose to go hunting.