Dawnlark Plains Madly

Every successful hunt involved violence, though this was more like pandemonium. In the end, though, the two young she-wolves managed to slay the goose and drag its soggy body to shore, wings spread so wide that it seemed even larger in death than in life.

Masquerade stood panting for a few moments, then felt a stinging sensation on her shoulder. She craned her head to inspect a gash there, which she licked carefully. She supposed the goose must’ve pecked at her. She glanced at its bill, which looked far too dull for such a thing, then shrugged.

I’m more tired than I am hungry. Help yourself. I’m going to catch a nap. I’ll eat what’s left when I wake up, Masque said to Redd, stretching out beside the water, smiling as she added, if there’s anything leftover.