Blackfeather Woods all trenchcoat, cigarettes, and arrogance.

The knowledge that she couldn't nurse her son hurt more than almost anything else. She was perfect for them in every way, able to give them all of the world. . .except for milk. She had tried to stimulate production, tested different herbs and plants that various healers had taught her helped nursing mothers, all to no avail. Sobek could suckle, but it would be fruitless.

Frustrated tears came to her eyes as he latched onto her fur, and she tore another chunk of rabbit away, pulverizing it quickly with her teeth. Here, Sobek, Maegi mumbled, balling the meat slurry up with her tongue and pushing it to the front of her mouth, past her lips. She pressed it gently against his little questing nose, carefully, so that he didn't accidentally aspirate the tiny meal.

One day, he'd be able to feed himself, Parvati be damned. She would catch all the rabbits in the world for him then.