Big Salmon Lake And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing

For the duration of the coming moments, Zsuzsa listened to Bronco speak. Her hunger was too overbearing as this was her first suitable meal of an avian (really of anything sizable) in quite some time.  There was no time wasted savoring the meaty, fatty parts of her goose. Bronco’s moniker came from a lineage where equestrian names were passed down. A small smile appeared at the corner of her tainted muzzle of red when the young male mentioned it could have been from being a kicker in his mother. It made her think fondly of her own mother, wondering if she had been a pawful herself in her mother’s womb. It also made her think fondly of her two stillborn siblings, who she would never know or meet. They never made it to see the light of day and wondered if perhaps her mother found their kicks in her womb at one point.
 
Bronco inquired about bird hunting. She chewed a tough slab of meat thoughtfully before explaining. ”Well,” Zsuzsa started, swallowing. ”Sort of. Started tagging along when I was six-ish months old and shadowed him. Birds are drawn to food sources or cover by any water nearby, so you’re usually in a limited space. You have to think and assume you have feline reflexes if you want to catch smaller things like doves, which could be hard.” It was an interesting philosophy her father held in a world where it was canines versus felines. ”He observed the ways of the bobcat and used their techniques into his own. They are brilliant teachers of bird-catching, really.” Zsuzsa had no qualms with felines as most other canines did. She respected them as long as they respected her.
 
Elaborating further on his scars, her sable ears flicked at the name. Sugar Glider. Interesting name. The Mackenzie would keep that name in mind for future reference if she happened to stumble upon the smaller being. After his story came to the pivotal turning point of pinning the enemy down, her ears preened forward. ”So what happened then? Did he end up running off?” Zsuzsa couldn’t imagine seeing Bronco before her tearing into the neck of another, as he mentioned he didn’t like hurting others, but wondered how his strategy of pinning the other down scared off the assailant exactly.