Redtail Rise little lost one

New Snow watches her mate, a weight within her stomach. The look he gives is an answer, and he responds to her will with departing footsteps. A quiet sigh of relief; her mate is an adept hunter. He would search, and she had no doubt in his capability in this area. He had proven himself time and time again... together, they had done so but hours ago.

She looks to her son, nosing him in quiet answer. They two would stay. New Snow had intended to teach both their children how to use their teeth today, but Bobcat would get an early start.

The rain did not matter. After several seasons changed, he too would be expected to hunt with the pack whatever the weather. And so he would start to learn now. New Snow tested his drive, picking up the corpse and beginning to trot away prize in tow. Would he feel compelled to move after it?