breakfast
10-22-2016, 11:25 AM
| There were pups with a male in one of the dens, no mother. Creed, she'd caught his name in passing. Fortune worried, though, for the young ones had no mother. Fortune, you see, has a soft spot. She won't show it. She wouldn't dare. But she has a soft spot for children. They're small, they're lead to believe everything is right and good with the world. She wouldn't dare threaten that. She wouldn't dare mess with that assumption. It wasn't going to be Fortune that would bring the bad news that would shatter their innocent little minds. She didn't like that. She didn't like that it had to happen. As always, she'd take care of her own. This was her family, and that was her duty. Sure, she's wild around the edges. She's always wild. Fortune had kept herself alive on a journey for the ages, and she would do it again if she ever had to go back. But this was different. This was her family. Even if they didn't share a surname or blood, they were all hers to feed and hers to protect. There's something about the way the brave moves when she's here, like she commands authority. It's hard to command authority when your mouth is full of swan. Damned things were easy to catch but horrid to kill. Poorly tempered, this one hadn't gone down without a fight. Still, they were large, and they could feed the small section of the family she kept leaving prey for. Fresh kills, many more than she could eat for herself. Feeding a family, that's what she's always about. Taking care of them. As she did many mornings, Fortune dropped the swan at the mouth of the den, leaving it where Creed or the ids could find it. And that was all. She slunk back off to find something, probably ducks. Ducks made for easy pickings, after all. The hunter would bring ducks for the communal pile of prey, greasy and high in fat. Winter was coming. fortune shock & awe |