Walrus still had not dug a proper den, stowing the children in crevices amongst the limestone as needed. There was a measure of gambling to it, but so far she and her offspring had proven lucky. Any predators that had attempted to prey on the newborns had been effectively chased away or killed by their aggressive mother, and she managed to find enough groundwater in the nearby caverns to keep producing milk for them both. All things considered, the small family was doing rather well.
She returned with a present for them as dusk settled over the Lore, a mouse that was battered half to death. It still wished to flee, but was wounded enough that even her weeks-old children should be able to keep up with it. It would be a good toy, as it taught them that even their food could bite back.
Dropping it to the ground and then swiftly pinning it beneath a heavy paw, she barked to call out to Tooth and Claw, summoning the toddlers. They would promptly answer if they did not want to be reprimanded; Walrus was not sensitive to the limitations of her newborns and their still-developing senses.
(This post was last modified: Jun 22, 2022, 08:19 PM by Walrus.)