Swiftcurrent Creek Have you tried today's special?

Cygnet's dreams were a swirl of haze and shadow, and her lips and toes twitched intermittently in response to something that seemed to dash in and out of her vision within her mind's eye. She was startled awake by Arlette's voice, and emitted a slightly defensive Boof! as she sat up, one ear sticking straight up and the other still folded. She shook her head, sending a small cloud of soft debris scattering. She sneezed, licked her snout, and emerged from the den, squinting. 

The regurgitated food was snapped up with hungry laps of her tongue, and she growled softly as she ate the food as quickly as she could. The taste was different than what she'd had before- but was softer in texture than rabbit or deer, which was much appreciated. It was gone within a matter of seconds, and the pup sniffed around, as if looking for more, before she reached up to lick at the corners of Arlette's lips. 

She was like a baby bird- growing, and forever hungry.