Sun Mote Copse Splintered

quickly and efficienty did the girl fill her stomach, dulling hunger's blade another day. she squeezed close to her mother and to her brother, sharing in their warmth as the meal warmed her from the inside out. she relished in the gentle love that was expressed by her mother muzzling the fur between her ears, in the meal and the warmth. her mother's words were listened to absentmindedly, until she found herself sated and glanced the fiery woman.

"Where Molech?" she queeried softly, gaze darting to the familiar orbs of her mother, wondering where this Molech was and how they had put the meal inside of her mother to be later given to her. Where they a packmate, perhaps? But they had all left, or so she thought, so surely it could not be one of them. a stranger, perhaps?