Dawnlark Plains possum pendulum

dauntless' teeth sliced into the soft belly of the fox he'd caught stripping the succulent meat from bone as he works to sate the slight rumble of hunger within his stomach. his chewing slows as his ears cup forth at the sound of approaching footfalls in the messy slush of the plains that they now call home. as his father's familiar form comes into view he swallows what he's chewed and draws his tongue across his jowls to clean up the bits of carrion and blood that clings to his muzzle. "hey pops." dauntless tests out the nickname without really thinking about it and watches greyday's reaction towards it before bows his head and noses the fox forward a few inches. "i just caught a fox if you want a little snack. it's fresh." dauntless offers figuring it was both the respectful thing to do and that it might work as a peace offering in case his father didn't take too kindly to being called 'pops'.