Boartusk Heights the vampire diaries

At this point, she needed her mother no more. Nearly two months: that’s how old she already was. Big and strong and annoying. Lambs provided by her father tasted the best and, for once, milk was the opposite.

She didn’t even try. It made her stomach turn.

Most of the time she was running around and biting trees. Her teeth were fresh to provide some quality meals and as her first attempts to hunt joined her daily schedule, so did the failure following at the end of them.

Maybe one day she will be able to catch an elk on her own, though it wasn’t a skill important for her survival. That was the servants’ job.