Redtail Rise the duc de l'omelette

the squirrel squeals and mutters in her jaws as she carries it along the path. its tiny legs thrash, bashing her occasionally upon the chin and neck, but she does not relinquish her hold.

instead, Avicus reaches the clearing in front of her den and places it upon the ground, pinning it with one inexorable forepaw. she calls for @Redd, @Relic and @Masquerade, her tone nothing more than ASAP.

today—if not already—they will learn about flesh, food and death.

they're already well on their way to weaning, but are they aware of from where their precious meat slurry comes? it's a lesson they'll have to absorb eventually, and the sooner, the better, in her view.