Sun Mote Copse But when your load gets heavy, maybe call it a night

The hide split, somewhere in the vicinity of the rear of the dead rabbit's neck. Elfie flew backward into a hard sit and Wildfire jerked but did not lose her footing. Much of the carcass remained in her jaws, though she set it at her feet and smiled as her son tried to parse out what had happened. It wasn't long before he regained his feet and padded over to her.

The Sovereign bent down to nudge the cold, stiff meat toward him. "Eat as much as you like and I'll take the rest," Wildfire said, winking as she though to add, "if there's anything left."