Sun Mote Copse Splintered

His mother's caresses were pleasing, and his small tail wagged furiously against her belly. She replied to his thanks, speaking of Molech and he looked up as if expecting to see the wolf. There had been others, he remembered, though they had become more and more scarce. His memories of Honey in the den were vague, but he did still recall it. But her name had not been Molech, so who was that? He chewed a larger chunk as he blinked over at Anatha, wanting the answer to her question too. He would have looked at Asherah, but that would have made it hard to swallow. 

He continued to eat after his sister stopped, not satisfied until his belly was tight as a drum. Only a few bites later, when he felt he couldn't take another bite he stopped, sighing happily.