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He'd managed to wrestle down a skunk earlier without being sprayed. How he'd outmaneuvered the creature was a mystery to him. It'd been a risky endeavor, but his time spent hunting small meals here and there for the residents of the whelping den appeared to be paying off. He was getting better at it. His stealth was certainly increasing and he was having an easier time at finding the unsuspecting victim. As long as it put food in the mouths of his young, he was perfectly okay with everything. It didn't much matter to him what they ate.

He settled outside of the den, guarding once more as Tonravik fed not only herself, but the children. He was used to the scent of milk seeping from the den here and there, but this time it was different. There was a slight taste of bile upon the air as Tonravik fed his children pre-chewed meat. That was certainly different, but to the new dad, impressive. His children were growing up so fast.

Shifting, Iqniq turned and inched towards the mouth of the den. Laying upon the ground, he tucked just his nose inside the mouth of the den and chuffed lightly. The pups were fed. He could hear the pitter patter of tiny paws padding about the ground. There was starting to be a considerable amount more life in there. He was just unsure as to how much and how quickly they were growing up. Could they hear yet? He woofed again, listening to see if they could register the outside world.