Silvertip Mountain So hungry

Steady had been quietly observing Zaria, and noted her ever-slendering frame. While they were all losing weight due to a lack of prey and the pups coming first, Steady couldn't help but notice that Zaria didn't look to be feeding herself anything. He had tried to get her to eat, but throwing that meat at her head had been a bad idea, and he was lucky she hadn't eaten him for doing it. He would have, though. He would have let her eat him if it meant the survival of her, the pups, and the pack. But, if she refused to eat, what was he supposed to do?

He came upon the den, lowering his head and tail when he seen Zaria. Ezekiel was there, and Steady's ears flattened to his head, obviously displeased with the male. I told you not to come near the den until given permission, he said, his voice firm. Leave it and go, he added, speaking of the meat. Hopefully, Zaria would eat it.

Steady waited, fully expecting the male to listen to him. Normally, Steady would not have been so firm, but he needed to talk with Zaria. Besides, he had disobeyed a direct order, and Steady would have to talk to him about that later.