Dragoncrest Cliffs As long as there is whiskey in the world

Wildfire hadn't left the pups for any significant stretch of time since their birth, regardless of her feelings for them—which were rapidly burgeoning now—but today @Thuringwethil coaxed her into taking a break. A little reluctantly, the Bandrona strode away from the fallen log and headed deeper into the woods. She hadn't hunted for herself in a while now and found herself suddenly salivating at the opportunity to chase down a rabbit or squirrel and eat it fresh and on the fly.

She was a little out of practice, so she lost her first two targets. She struck gold on her third attempt and was soon stretched out with the carcass of a lean hare between her forelegs. Wildfire carefully skinned the small beast, setting the soft fur aside to take back to the den for the pups, then greedily bolted down the meat until there was nothing left but a pile of bones and gristle.