Honeyed Pasture d r i f

He didn’t indulge her. Instead, he backed away, causing her to drop back onto all fours. She gazed up at him with her big doe eyes, confused. Why wouldn’t he share with her?

Although she slumped a little in disappointment, Silktail wouldn’t let it get her down for long. There was always mom or OG dad to feed her! She began to look around for them, starting with her eyes and then switching over to her nose, which dropped to comb along the ground.

She wasn’t really consciously aware of what she was doing, though she managed to track their scents right back to the entrance of the den. Silktail thrust her head inside and saw her brother curled up in the back, sound asleep. There was no sign of their parents, though.

With one paw raised in the air, she looked over her shoulder at her new dad, brow furrowed. Who was going to punch her meal ticket?