Silvertip Mountain But feathers are meant for the sky

Steady had been laying at the entrance of the den, one of the few moments he took to snooze. Tmes were rough on them all, and as the days passed, he found himself eating less and less. Not knowing how long their large prey would be gone, he tried to sustain himself on less and less so the growing pups would have more.

His ear swiveled as pawsteps came nearer, and he lifted his head. Niita was at the edge of the clearing, holding a rabbit between her jaws. Steady lifted his large body off the ground walked over to her. You shouldn't be this close, he said. He almost got tempered, but really, he just didn't have the energy for it right now. He glanced at the rabbit. For the pups? he questioned. If so, he would take it to the den, and leave it for the pups.