Sawtooth Spire wrong side of the tracks

*mom & dad hijack*

She continued to eat until the raccoon was reduced to nothing. The question of her mate was valid, but how to answer? "He is more kayuqtuq than tikaani," comes her disdainful words. His appearance alone lent her a decent amount of her disinclination toward him... but, she tried to think of him as simply taking after his father. Still, the mother could not see that yet. His bright red was something she did not prefer; it would not do him any favors at all in the wild, she imagined. Though maybe his furs could change as he grew. Was it possible? She did not know.

As far as who the youngest got his hunger from, Tonravik snorted. Possibly. She would have nothing to worry about then. But her ravenous hunger began with their being conceived and continued even now, if only because she still ate for them all. It was they who reaped most of the benefits of her meals. Speaking of hunger, she felt such a thing now.

"How is the big game here?" She paused, and then, "Have you seen bison?"

At Arktayok Peak, there had been bison aplenty. She hoped that by some miracle, there could be bison here, even if it brought the Plains wolves—one of which who had inquired about them when there were none near the Spine—against them now. Tonravik was sure they could handle them, given how swiftly the other two had been dealt with. If the one she had dragged home was dead, she still had no idea or thoughts on the matter. The matter had ended there she imagined, seemingly as swiftly as it began.