Sawtooth Spire higher ground

Four's concentration was enough to confirm his hunch. Then he had to go and muck up the moment with his temperamental mood. Tatsuya did not know why he was so stingy with the contents in his stomach. He is part of a bigger whole here – has been for a couple of months. Could it be...he still clung to that instinctual need to hoard sustenance? Old habits die hard, my ass. Here he was, getting all huffy about food when there's plenty around for everyone. Then again, he has only ever come across two litters in his entire life. Never were they as young as Sitamat.
Ears sweeping back, the wolverine whimpered. Tatsuya wanted nothing to come between him and his fondness for the she-bear's young. Seeing as he was prone to err, he was bound to come across some hiccups along the way. “Sorry,” he whispered, tail swishing behind him. To show just how regretful he was, the Delta began to heave. The first three were dry until the fourth. Out came the food, slipping from his maw in a wet clod. It fell with a splat! before the hungry pup; a scrumptious pink morsel waiting to be consumed. Not rabbit meat, but it'll do. Tatsuya laid down whilst loudly licking his lips, wondering if the process of regurgitation will ever stop tasting so grotty.