Swiftcurrent Creek I was Born for This

Puree. Right. Bazi chewed vigorously, gazing down at Valtýr expectant little face. It was rather stressful to be watched by the diner and a wolf with experience in this sort of thing, and the young Alpha definitely over-delivered as a result - when she stooped to dribble the minced meat into a pile by the pup's feet, it was ten chews short of finely ground paste.

She sat back up and shuffled to give the child room, casting a worried look at Galileo. Was this right? If leading a pack was stressful, it had nothing on caring for pups. They couldn't feed themselves - they couldn't even communicate the correct method for preparing their food to an adult! For a short, chilling second, Bazi wondered what it had been like for her mother to give birth and rear her children all alone, without any experienced females to guide her. "When can they take care of themselves?" she whined at Galileo. "Soon, right?"