Clubbing baby seals

Kite was grabbing her mouthful when she realised her sister wasn’t acting as quickly as she was. She watched as Vanta hesitated for a moment. Seeming torn as she looked at the remaining seals. Was that regret in her expression? Kite let out an impatient huff, wishing her sister's bleeding heart could pick more convenient times.

Finally, Vanta was moving. Dragging the seal along with her sister in a huffing puffing race across the ice. Vanta stopped first, and while Kite wouldn’t admit it, she was glad. Her own paws were killing her, and her jaw was clenched and hurting.

As Kite rested, Vanta seemed to come to a decision. Skinning the kill instead of taking the whole thing with her. “Okay… where should I start?” She asked. Eager to learn as she looked to her mothe-her sisters companion.


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