Silver Creek First Blood

She sleep happily, no dreams just a calm contented darkness - she awoke to the sound of her daughter calling her.  Blearily she blinked for a few seconds, trying to focus, before pulling herself up to her paws.  Appearantly it seemed, her daughter wished to go hunting... which sounded fine, as her daughter was around three months now.  A mouse should do the trick.

"Sure sweetheart," she yipped, "I can take you out, unless your Daddy wants to come too."  She eyed her mate for a moment, fine if he stayed or not, before turning back to her daughter.  "How about we go find a nice mouse to hunt?  Does that sound nice?"