Redtail Rise landor's cottage

Soon, her cubs would be a month old. And soon, she would once again be able to leave them to rejoin in the hunt. It was her own area of expertise, though she did not mind looking after her cubs. She understood it as a necessary part of life, and was satisfied with all that was. Her cubs had begun to eat regurgitated meat, and soon would eat only this. They had only just over a week left of consuming mothers milk; for their teeth had been growing, and her teats smarted. 

She hears the sound of anothers approach. It is not the familiar tread of her man, but it is not an entirely unfamiliar sound either. Beyond Mountain Boulder, others now and then dropped meat nearby; it was him who bridged the gap. Red Woman had brought things, too, when able. But then and there, Red Woman was alone.

As the woman had helped to provide, Sunday Morning did not think the other here for any reason that meant harm. And so Sunday Morning received her happily as she emerged from the mouth of the den. But instinct was something she could not entirely beat away, and she did not go too far from the mouth of the den without Mountain Boulder then present. She trusted Red Woman and the rest, but her children were finding their legs and might be inclined to test them out for their own run.

They would be hunters someday, but first they must live long enough to become such. Sunday Morning chuffed a warm hello, tail swinging left and right in happy greeting.