Pheasant Soup

Gossamer was relieved that the man didn't want her food. With the knowledge that she didn't need to share she dove more aggressively into her meal. As soon as enough feathers were removed so she could gain access to the flesh she started to eat, listening as the man spoke. He explained that he had joined not to long ago so that made sense.

Gossamer licked the blood from her lips, grinning as he asked if she was related to Sirius. Her little chest puffed out proudly. "Yea, he's my daddy! Though, there are some other wolves with fangs. Though they aren't as nice as ours!" Ok, she was definitely biased but she didn't care.