Lost Creek Hollow Food for me and my baby

It was easy to read awe in Nunataq's younger brother's eyes and she basked in it like a cat in sunlight. She had never lacked confidence in herself, but an occasional boost never hurt. While with other people (and cubs especially) she would have played the "game of power" by being pretty demonstrative about, what she had in her possession, showing off and gloating about, what the other person did not have, Merrick was an exception for this rule. Long time ago Indra had managed to teach the otherwise unempathic child something called conscience and treating special people better and differently. Therefore she rather willingly let go of the leg and took few steps back, encouraging her brother to inspect it and even chew, if he so desired. After all, the leg was still hers, even if someone else got to have fun with it.