by IcedAntimony » Tue Dec 12, 2017 3:39 pm
After the walk home, which had taken almost double the time due to the pups play, Bramble realized that the pups were probably hungry. As if on cue, Sky began whimpering. Three week old pups didn't need milk, right? She tried to remember how her mother had taken care of her younger siblings from other litters. At three weeks, they could already eat chewed up meat. They had no food right now, as the storm yesterday had prevented them from hunting.
"I'm going hunting." She called to Ivy, already heading out. "The pups need food."
I'm back, but I won't be able to be as active as before.