Redhawk Caldera Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.

Gannet was enjoying the new arrangement immensely.  Despite the cold, having the entire pack huddled together in one space was a treat to the affectionate boy, and when he wasn't off with the rest collecting eats, he was making the most of it.  This meant spending more time than usual with the little blobs, siblings that both surprised and confused him.

Had he really ever been that helpless?  Watching them wander about was a funny sight, but he couldn't imagine ever being that small.  He watched from the side as one of them (Towhee) departed from the flock to pee.  He didn't think anything of it, until she strayed from the usual plan.  His head lifted as she turned, not towards the warm pile again, but away to the side.  What was she...?

Oh.  Meat was ok, yeah?  The older brother paused thoughtfully a minute before rising and coming over.  He didn't think it was an issue, but probably best to keep an eye out regardless.  She seemed to like it ok, so he simply stood, observing.  He wasn't aware quite yet of the predicament the pup had gotten into.