Qeya River i'm a million dollar baby

Feel free to skip Ksura if your duel partner pops in! <3

While there were mouths to feed at his own hearth, Ksura nevertheless felt compelled to help out the leaders as well. He wasn’t at all concerned for their wellbeing, or doubtful of their capabilities; what food he brought to them came from the impulse to help any mother feed their children, regardless of his own blood ties or lack thereof.

The meal he brought was still alive, though only barely. An early lesson in hunting he thought, as he carried the limp and mortally wounded pheasant. He’d made sure to render it incapable of flight, but the excited trembling of his jaws as he carried it caused more damage. 

He set the pheasant down and placed a paw on it- it didn’t struggle but its beady eyes caught sight of the quarrel amongst the children, before they slid shut as if in acceptance. Ksura, however, was interested in the conflict, but chose not to intervene.