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”Thank you,” she responded, dipping her muzzle down low. ”I happened to be in the right place at the right time, this morning, and nabbed this from its mother.” She’d nabbed it almost right out of the birthing canal, really. There were still faint traces on it from the birth. She didn’t feel bad about it, though, because it was part of the circle of life. It was eat or be eaten. Today, it was destined for that particular fawn to be eaten. It would hopefully provide for not only Hawkeye but also for the pups that she nursed.
This was the first time Sabriyah had laid eyes upon a wee one like this, having left her birth pack before her pregnant mother had given birth to the pups that would be her younger siblings. She knew nothing about them and, truth be told, didn’t care to either. She kept her family name purely out of love for her father. Love for her mother was almost non-existent. ”She’s so tiny,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a near whisper. ”Are they all so tiny? Not just yours, but all pups?” She was truly naïve and that showed, clearly, in her innocently curious question.
Without moving her body from where she’d backed up to, she reached out her head, but only just a very little, and sniffed at the air in the direction of the pup and her father. Sabriyah seemed to know better than to get too close. Her nose, and hide, was something she really did want to keep intact.