Cress In Wonderland

Maelstrom could see the annoyance clearly written on his sister’s face. He bats a paw at her as a way of telling her to get over it. And soon she would as he watches her expression change to one of excitement, following her gaze to the den at the base of the tree.

Standing and shaking out his own fur, he dutifully follows Cressida over to the abandoned den and carcass. “So that’s what you were doing?” He questions, eyeing the larger carcass carefully. Ideas were already forming in his head for what they could use the bones and skin for.

“I’ll get it,” Maelstrom puffs out his chest and heads eagerly into the den’s mouth where the carcass lay in a rather awkward position. After some jostling and shifting, he’s able to grab the thigh of the animal with a wrinkled muzzle (it was rather gross tasting) and pull it out after a few hard tries.

Once the animal is out in the open, he drops the carcass, blowing a raspberry to rid his tongue of the taste of rot. “What’re you gonna do with it?” He asks Cressida, bright gaze turning to his sister.