Redhawk Caldera My mind's a jungle, it's dark and wild

The prospect of food was ever-so-appealing. Fox had never been a stellar hunter, and the lack of prey only made it worse. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten a solid meal, and she was on the verge of venturing outside Redhawk Caldera to find something of substance. As usual, though, Peregrine came to the rescue.

Five piles (plus Peregrine's own) lay before him, and three of the children were already scarfing down their meals. Smartly, Ferret had pulled his own food away from the others. "Where's @Gannet?" she asked the dutiful hunter, concern in her eyes. She couldn't imagine anybody passing up food in a time like this. Fox took a seat by the head and began to dive in, keeping a close eye on the untouched pile of food meant for her currently not present son.