Noctisardor Bypass what stupid poem could fix this home?

Her son emerged, trundling toward her. Druid smiled as he made his way over, leaning down only a little to place a lick to the bridge of his muzzle. He had her eyes, though he would surely take after his father in size. How much longer before she was the smaller of the two?

Good morning to you, Artio. I brought that, she told him, nodding toward the beaver carcass a few yards away, but you have to share it with your brothers and sisters.

Not long, she answered herself, noting Artio’s hearty appetite. He could probably eat the entire beaver on his own. At some point, Druid would stop interfering, though she thought of the littler puppies as she stepped up to keep an eye on Artio’s portions.