Lost Creek Hollow Food for me and my baby

It was true and Nunataq grinned, as Merrick struggled against her grip, while she kept a steady hold on it, careful not to bite too hard and cause him discomfort. She enjoyed rough plays, but she had learned that not all people were the same. And if you hurt them, the game was over instantly. But - though young - Merrick had not been born yesterday either. Right, when it seemed that he had given up, he came up with a clever move, pulling his sister down with his weight and twisting so that there was nothing left for her to do then to let go of him.

Excited about the turn of events, she plopped on her belly and snapped at the offending paw in her face and went on to softly mouth the fur along her brother's neck, stopping to sniff here and there and blowing and air puff, when she had finished.