The Sentinels If you don't care for it

"Glad you do," Osprey replied, falling silent and watching the kid's effort to break the skin of the hare and felt mildly amused. It was hard to imagine that once she had been this little, so vulnerable and unable to do many things that seemed so natural and obvious now. Such as the ease she could snap the prey's neck and break it's bones, the speed she could run and chase, the long distances she could cover without ever feeling tired. And to think that all of them had begun this way...

"Let me help you," she told the kid, getting to her feet, picking up the hare and then lying down with the kill between her outstretched forepaws. She did a well-aimed bite - her teeth pierced the skin and flesh, where the neck connected to the head. Then she put it back down, the smell of the fresh meat and blood raising up in the air, filling her nostrils and making her salivate. However the kid was the priority, therefore she gulped and pushed the hare towards the girl, saying: "Here you go!"