Wapun Meadow neck twist like exorcist

her children had found their legs, and her oldest daughter had begun to wander at times. mira allowed it- she would not coddle them, and wanted them to face the world boldly, but in was not in her interest to see their demise. and so she always followed, just after their trail, just out of sight. 

today athalia had found the meadow of flowers, and the shadow of her mother drifted behind. she watched the girl sniff hunter-like at the grasses. ksura kept the unusual family fed, and mira was beginning to get back on her feet too, contributing where she could increasingly often. but it was true, what her servant had said- the goats here were growing scarce, and the time was approaching to move her family to the west. her children were not unhealthy, but they could have more, and she wanted to give it to them. they needed a good diet rich with plenty of meat to build strength, she knew. 

when mira sees her daughter lick up something pathetically small from the ground, she shakes her head to herself. the dark wolf emerges from the grass to approach her kin, standing beside her, expression neutral.

should i start teaching you to hunt and kill, athalia? mother asks, though she doesn't expect a thorough answer quite yet, or even one at all- their language presently was mostly comprised of simple barks and whimpers, with an occasional babble of words mixed in. they were to be weaned off milk soon completely, and though it was doubtful that they could hunt for themselves, she knew it was never too early to start establishing the necessary skills.