Heron Lake Plateau could you el a little less oh el.

Fenn's little plot didn't entirely fail, for Fig had turned the den floor where the slop was laying into their battleground. It was already on his limbs and his belly as he attacked. It would continue to get smeared all over them and seeing as Fig would continue to try to bite whatever he could, he'd end up with a decent meal in his belly in no time. Exhausted from bitey fights and full from bitey fights, the boy would pass out right on top of his sister in another ten minutes or so.

Meanwhile, I'm entirely disgusted and I'm going to need them to be fully weaned like immediately.