Cricket Creek Bog [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] vostek

It wasn't easy trying to shove a pre-pubescant young male along when he dug his heels into the ground and wormed this way and that so that he couldn't be shoved. Niamh had been patrolling on the far edge of the pack when Wraen's call had gone up, and she'd taken offense when Bronco merely rolled his eyes and exhaled a sharp breath- and she thought she caught him signing something vulgar, but couldn't make out the sign. The two had had a short, terse argument about the fact that Wraen was calling about food, and that it wasn't like anything was being asked of him. But the boy complained that he wasn't hungry, and refused to go. Niamh had laughed accusingly- as it was probably the first time Bronco ever claimed to be not hungry- and that had irritated the boy further. He snapped at his mother, cleaving a small, fine line across her cheek, and she'd practically flattened him in an instant for his audacity. 

Once she'd let him up, he'd still refused to go. So she'd set into shoving him, and he'd resolved to simply sit, move away, or lay down so that he couldn't be forced to do whatever it was his Mom wanted. Eventually she gave him a gruff bark, scuffed some dirt on him with her back paws- as the child was still laying down on the ground as limp as a wet noodle- and she left him there to simply reap the repercussions of not going to partake in a free meal. He'd regret it later, when his stomach began to rumble, but Niamh was prepared to simply let him go hungry for a bit...Though she did plan to bring him back something, so as to not be a terrible mother. 

Nevertheless, the others had already begun to eat by the time she'd arrived. She still looked ruffled and she'd forgotten all about the cut on her cheek from Bronco's sharp canines as she did her best to put on a facade that implied that she was bummed she'd been too far away to join the group sooner. Bronco's acts had cost her at least 25 minutes of yelling, shoving and bickering, but she simply nodded to Wraen when she had a moment to do so, and tried to put a smile on her face. "Bronco's offered to keep patrolling the far border," She said, doing her best to imply that all was well with the dysfunctional little family. "Leftovers it is for him tonight," She muttered to herself, still trying in vain to cover up the incident, as she too settled in to feast alongside the other adults- leaving, of course, the choice parts for those ranked above her, and minding that none of the youth got too close to her. Niamh could be fairly defensive as she ate, so occasionally she uttered a growl now and then to stake her claim, and fend off any who happened to get too close.