Honeyed Pasture d r i f

Drenched in her scent now, Silktail couldn’t help but think of her mother. She flopped on the ground and sighed. It wasn’t an unhappy sound, though it was a little wistful. Where was her mom? She was getting kind of hungry, now that her belly was empty…

She pushed up into a sit, peering at her second dad. Her mother provided milk, though both parents had started bringing another dish to the table lately. Perhaps her new dad could do the same?

Rising onto all fours, she waddled up to him and reared, trying to lick at the corners of his mouth in the hope he would regurgitate some meat for her.