Sun Mote Copse let me see through your eyes, where there’s so much life

Both her children had healthy appetites, for which Wildfire was grateful. Not only did it mean they would grow strong, it also meant that she didn't have to worry about leftovers going to waste. That thought made her lips twitch as she watched Weejay zoom to the picked-over spoils of her meal. The mother padded much more slowly after her, nodding as she went.

"Dig in, it's all yours!" she encouraged, folding herself into a seat beside the girl. As the pup ate, she reflected again on Kiwi's too brief cameo. She'd said something a little sharp to her little sister: "That's not how you hunt." The yearling's tone had rubbed Wildfire the wrong way a bit, though the offhanded remark gave her an idea.

"Once you're done, would you like to go on a little hunt with mama?"