Swiftcurrent Creek Teach a man to fish, feed him for a lifetime

Larus seemed disinterested in the half-dead game, and instead preferred to curl besides the watchful Tuwawi. She kissed his golden crown and groomed his tiny ruff, inspecting her smallest son with little nudges. Once confident he was happy, healthy, and clean, she left him settle into a tiny puffball by her side, leaving Val and Maera to their game.

However, wailing cries interrupted the tender moment. Valtýr sobbed onto his sister, stricken with some sort of grief. At first, Tuwawi was a bit puzzled, but the need to console her child overshadowed any worry. "Shh, shhh," she cooed, "Val, why don't you come next to me?" The ember attempted to get her son's mind off the desire to fix the unfixable as a small pang of guilt sank in her breast. Was it too early to show them prey? There were not even two months yet... perhaps time and rest would make them more bold and allow their instincts to thrive. Maera, seemed interested enough... but what about her sons? Her gaze traced the fireball's puffy silhouette and scrutinized her expression for any signs of distress.