Honeyed Pasture d r i f

She watched, fascinated, as he tore a piece from the carcass and began to chew. Her eyes then dropped, fixing on the pool of red ooze spreading from the shorn flank. Paying no attention to the adult now, she dove forward and began to lick at the blood and accompanying viscera now leaking from the kill.

Silktail glanced upward as her new dad made a choking sound. He deposited a chunky mess of pre-chewed meat beside her. Tail thrusting upward in pleasure, she pounced on the slurry and began to eat it instead, grumbling happily under her breath as she ate.

It didn’t take long to fill her belly. She sat back and wiped at her mouth, smeared with goop. Her chest was still crusty with drying vomit and the rest of her fur stank of piss. She badly needed a bath, though Silktail couldn’t have possibly cared less.

Nigh’ nigh’, diddy, she sighed to her second dad, slouching into the den to sleep off her exciting afternoon.