Cricket Creek Bog [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] vostek

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Niamh was the last to join them and Wraen acknowledged the resident sergeant-at-arms with a nod. As she scanned around the assembled party, she noted that at least half were missing, which meant that left-overs should be brought back not only to Bronco, who was patrolling, but to Finley, Avery, Crow, Pox and someone else, who she - with her mouth full with innards and chewing - could not quite remember the name off.

However, once she had begun to eat, the hunger felt insatiable. It could carry several kilos of meat at a time and it demanded more and more, and more, therefore, when there truly were left-overs left from the feast, Wraen finally signalled everyone else to stop eating and gather up all the bits and pieces that were left here to bring them back to the Sun Mote Copse. 

Sated and tired she led them back to the nest and, once everything was divided among those, who had not been present, Wraen found a comfy and quiet corner to sleep peacefully until the next day. For the next week all her troubles and worries would feel less grave, because of the miraculous effect full belly and food in general have on one's mind.