What's Black and White and Red All Over?

Ylva had walked by the Polar Sound. She had been thinking about the pups that grew in her belly, and a smile would appear on her muzzle. Thinking about how the pups would become little devils and become like her and Sin, and perhaps even her brother brought a sense of satisfaction. That was, however, until a squawk would echo through the landscape and the smell of blood would follow shortly after.

Ylva walked a bit more and came beside her brother with a chuckle, seeing the flightless bird's eyes soon roll to the back of its head as it soon died. Ylva would bite down and tear off a chunk of flesh, blood dripping from her muzzle. With bodies to feed for in her belly as well as getting food for herself, it would seem that she had to continue to hunt to provide for herself and the pups before they were even born. She paod no heed to her brother as of yet.