Heron Lake Plateau I'm staring down myself, counting up the years

Rather than press the issue, Kiwi asked if they could hunt instead. Wildfire suppressed the bark of laughter that surged into her throat. She would've answered any other questions, though it amused her that the details beyond that didn't seem to matter much to Kiwi. They really shouldn't anyway. Étoille had contributed the necessary genetic material—and he'd played the role of an additional guardian and sitter during the early days—but that was it.

"Of course," the mother replied, reaching to nose Kiwi's cheek, then ruffle the reddish brown fur on the crown of her head. "I think I smelled a warren near the thicket," which wasn't far from their current location near the borderline. "I'm in the mood for rabbit if you are." Wildfire picked up her feet and began to move in that direction.

I figured you could post again or archive! :)