kool-aid ain't the only thing that's red

to any -or every one- of the pups :)
@Osprey Jr @Pura @Tytonidae @Saēna

It wasn't a secret that Amelie hadn't been top of her litter, she had been the bullied one. The frail girl between two reckless boys. Still that had never stopped her from pushing herself beyond the limit to prove herself, not only to her mother but to herself. What she lacked on strenght she made up on intelligence and witts.

That was how she had practically taught herself how to hunt. With no more than a quick lesson of the basics from her mother before her departure, Amelie had to learn to fend for herself. To her learning how to hunt hadn't been a fun experience between mother and child, mentor and apprentice. It had been a battle for survival. And even if she had managed to get the hang of it, there were still many things she could improve on.

Anyways her lack of knowledge hadn't stopped her from going hunting that morning, she'd get lessons soon enough. When she began to track down the path of a squirrel never in a million years she would've imagined to catch it in the first try. Maybe she had it in her blood.

The teen carried the squirrel proudly, trotting into the clearing where the pups now resided. She gave a muffled bark and dropped the little creature at her feet, waiting for the pups to arrive. The charcoal girl, waited for the pups to show, so she could give them their present. In the meanwhile, she licked some blood off her red tainted snout.