Redtail Rise — dragon's did

She had faithfully avoided the white pair’s den site ever since being caught there, though as she carried meat from a full cache to an emptier one, the route carried her past it. Focused on her task, Masque forgot to give it a wide berth and thus caught a glimpse of the pack’s youngest member through the trees.

The Toward froze, immediately lowering her posture and letting the hunk of carrion drop from her mouth. Her eyes darted everywhere, looking for any sign of protective parents, before focusing on the young whelp. Her ears shifted forward and back, a clear indication of her uneasiness.

Despite herself, she did not snatch up the food and make a hasty exit, instead wondering if the young boy was possibly hungry.