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Osprey's blue eyes lifted when Blue Willow spoke to her but she did not stop tearing at the rabbit's silken fur. She began to growl and shake her head wildly when the rabbit's pelt ripped suddenly free from its flesh. Junior fell hard onto her haunches, causing her to blink and work her jaw open to drop the shred of fur. Ignoring her smarting rump, she pounced back toward the carcass, now sniffing madly at the exposed muscle meat and the trickles of blood resulting from the trauma inflicted by her milk teeth.

She licked at the red liquid, savoring the taste of it, which reminded her of the chewed meat her parents and uncles provided to complement the milk that still made up the pups' primary diet. It would be a few more weeks before Hawkeye began to truly wean them, though, and they had yet to taste fresh meat unprocessed by adult teeth. Osprey didn't even realize that what lay in front of her was food necessarily, though it did smell delicious.

After lapping up the last of the blood, Junior latched onto the exposed, pink and glistening flesh. She shook her head again, soon tearing off a chunk. Rather than chew and swallow it, Junior turned and began to parade around with the gob of meat clutched in her teeth. She even made a point to stop in front of Hawkeye first, then Blue Willow, then Peregrine and, finally, Kisu to show them her prize.