Sawtooth Spire wrong side of the tracks

He lingered where he lay, unmoving save for the rotating of his ears, the flickering of his eyes, and the occasional swish of his tail. He felt her move behind him and scented as the decay of the raccoon became fainter as she retreated into the depths of the den. The cries of their children soon settled as she contented them. The sound of her teeth tearing into flesh let him know she'd chosen to eat and for the moment, all was well with the world.

His questions asked, he was somewhat surprised when she chose to answer him. Her silence when he posed inquiries was something he'd almost grown used to, but he appreciated the time she took between bites to share with him the happenings of the den. Malrok. He was the one who cried and based on the sound she made, he could only guess she more than agreed with his words. He grinned then, lowering his head to his paws as she described each one.

Ata was quiet and good. Strong traits for a first born. Their third was... different? He lifted his head then. Was there something about that child he needed to know. "Different how?" Missing a tail? An extra ear? What? As much as he wished to see for himself, he remained grounded. This was far more of them than she had shared with him in the previous days and he did not wish to spoil it; not now that they had found some common ground to share. Still, it contented him to know their last didn't raise any cause for alarm. Hungry. He laughed. "I think he gets that from you."