Neverwinter Forest kings of the weekend

With the foliage replenishing itself steadily now, the herds and prey had seemed to drift back in to the Wilds. Scimitar was quick to take advantage – and one pheasant now hung loosely in his jaws, his own saliva practically pooling at the thought of the succulent morsel. But it was for Eshe – her milk would need to be bountiful to feed their two boys, and so the cinnamon wolf strode with purpose to the den site.
 
He uttered a garbled bark, his mouth full, to gain the attention of his mate before sweeping in. His eyes blinked as he adjusted to the light, and lovingly placing the meal in front of his silver mate, he nudged her, encouraging her to slip out and eat in peace if she so desire d—he would stay with the boys.
 
Tipping his muzzle down, he greeted them both with a kiss to their crown noting the distinct scent of milk still within the air, and relieved that thus far, his family had been able to be fed.