King Elk Forest second breakfast

cortland flinched as heston snapped his teeth, the long white spikes quite fear-inducing. but in the next moment, he recovered himself and waved his tiny tail behind himself. "FUCKS," he repeated loudly, grinning at the large male for confirmation that he had said the word correctly. he glanced around for his mother then; he sensed her nearness but did not see her, or mona, and frowned.

"find mama," the pup chirped, moving to sniff at heston's forepaw, then lifting his muzzle to bump the man's chin. "hongree," he whined. rowan fed the pups meat now, already minced and prepared in her gullet -- surely his new friend was carrying some, as well.