Redhawk Caldera met you once under a pisces moon

There was no telling the twins apart, so Meerkat continued to think of them both as Sap/Rap. One of the girls was particularly energetic as she chased the dogwood's petals where they skittered across the ground. The yearling watched, endeared by the pup's vivacity, even if it meant she didn't pay her older sister one bit of attention.

Caracal did take notice, meanwhile. The little boy trundled over to her and plopped on her good forepaw, casually beginning to chew it like it was any other inanimate plaything. "Hey," Meerkat scolded without heat, "that's my good one. And I'd like to keep it that way." She noted his surprisingly strong bite, the sharp cut of his teeth and murmured, "Dang, I feel sorry for mom's nips..."