Redhawk Caldera a feather for your hare

She was much too busy wriggling to pay much attention when Jaws blew on her, though she did make a strange and shrill peeping noise. Wildfire just kept rubbing herself all over the feather while the two black males watched. Peregrine was wondering whether she was trying to rub its scent on herself or the other way around. One way or the other, she had certainly laid claim to it.

The Alpha smiled when Jaws offered to bring an entire bird next time. "In the next week or so, they'll start eating meat. Well, regurgitated," he clarified. Brows raising, he added, "You're welcome to bring some of that by, if you're willing. Nothing will bond you quite like some barf soup." He laughed for a moment, then sort of reluctantly concluded, "I think I'd better take her inside to wash down that fur, just in case. Thanks again for the feather. I'll let her play with it until she destroys it."

Wildfire squalled when the Alpha male stepped forward and lifted her by her scruff again. She batted her little forelimbs, clearly reaching for the feather. Peregrine deftly positioned her so she could grasp it off the ground, then lifted her clear and swung around to carry her into the den. He plopped her inside, nosing her toward Fox in the hope that she would temporarily set the feather aside and have a drink of milk. The other two had ceased their playing and settled down at the proverbial supper table too.

The Alpha's head reappeared in the den's mouth. "Looks like it's mealtime. Come by again sometime later and you can meet the others. See you later?" After smiling at the hybrid, he withdrew just in time to see Wildfire spit out the saliva-covered feather, latch onto a teat and begin nursing herself to sleep.