Redtail Rise In the Falling of Feathers

Not always, the Caru mused, though she editorialized her thought by saying, It also means there will be more mouths to feed. And while she’s carrying them, then nursing them, we need to make sure New Snow gets plenty to eat.

They reached the foot of the rise and Masquerade set off toward the plain. There was all manner of small prey living among the grasses. Masque knew they could flush out a rabbit or maybe chase some weasels. She hoped they might come across something a little larger, though it was all up to chance.