A meal had done Vaken some good. While he was bulking up for the winter, he was still thin. His fur was thicker, and his ribs weren’t showing- but he was still small. He was always going to be a petite. He had a tiny bone structure. Eating was doing him some good though. The summer had been harsh, but he was fleshing out well for the fall. Particularly today, bloated from gorging himself on dinner. He had been lucky enough to bump into the female and fawn. Things had come together marvellously.
He groomed his front paws, licking the blood between his toes. He was happy. It was clear from his body language that the meal had put him in good spirits. “That was good,” he purred, dropping his foot back on the ground. He ran his tongue over his shoulder, grooming down a matted pat, and sighed. “There hasn’t been much to eat this summer, with the coyotes, but it looks like that is changing. He sniffed the air timidly, afraid on what he’d find. There was nothing. Prey animals, plants, some dirt, a bit of stale coyote on the breeze. Where did they all go? He was glad they were gone, but it seemed odd. They had appeared so abruptly, and left the same way. He couldn’t remember the last time he bumped into one. He shrugged his shoulders, than glanced over at the silver female. He had been mindlessly ramblingly. Had she even been listening? He couldn't tell. He normally didn't talk so much, but the food had made him giddy with pleasure.