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As the young ones fell asleep, the father moved, eagerly around. "They're beautiful my love!" Kaede was nuzzled, a rumble in the male's chest, his mane tickling her face. "Oh! Are you hungry? Would the babies be hungry? I should hunt! I'll go get food right now! Stay there! I'll be right back!" He started heading out, pausing every now and then to look back. "RIGHT BACK!" and then he hurried off, a roar of joy heard once he was out of sight.

He was gone a couple hours, returning with quite a large catch in his jaws, enough for their whole family if the little ones could even eat it. Getting back to them was a bit silly, he had to move and weave to get a good grip, drag and fetch the carcass as he went and it did not, but it was gotten,settled on the same level as his family and out of the way at the same time. "There..." He panted, looking to his love with bloody mouth, tired, smiling as he turned to look at the small mass of wiggling bodies.

Jya`Njala seemed busy, trying to catch a butterfly, snapping her small jaws at it, coiling and bouncing as best she could. Small squeaks and the like were heard, the female rolling onto her back as it got away, whining at the loss of her first almost hunt.

Akari had been resting by her mother and when the female got up, she squeaked her disappointment. She had been quite comfortable resting near her mother, what could have possibly made her move? Akari smelled something funny, something that it sounded like her father had brought in. She followed the scent and soon bumped into her mother. She let out a squeak of surprise and apology.

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Sutar mewled as her mother stood, having already managed to gorge herself some on mother's milk. She bounced up when the carcass landed in the nesting zone and watched the other colours of her siblings move to inspect the thing, as well as her own mother. Curious, Sutar moved forward and sniffed at the animal. The scent was... Curious. Intriguing, to say the least. She prodded it with her nose, to find out if it was dangerous.

It was warm, but not nearly so warm as her nest, and she found her tiny fangs latching into the fur. She tilted her head at it and clamped the strange mouth she still had not quite grown used to in bits of the fur to tug, before long turning it into a sort of game as she tested how much of her weight she could hang from the dead thing's fur and coiled around the patch she pulled at to pull harder.

When it finally came, this weird... Red stuff came loose of the animal. More colors! Sutar was ecstatic and moved closer to test and experiment with the red. She'd seen it before on her mother, but... On mother... The colors didn't move. Her head tilted again, before she glanced at her tail and moved it accross the slowly oozing colour to watch it smear. Little eyes widened as she repeated the process in reverse. I MADE colour! She squeaked up at her parents and swiped the thin trails of blood accross the carcass again, all but bouncing in place as she explored the more morbid side of art in a childish way, like fingerpainting on the walls. Mommy! Mommy! LOOK! I can make colour!

Her little wings fluttered excitedly while she tried to get the adults attention, and when she noticed that, she was completely distracted again, curling her neck to stare at the appendages she had not noticed until now, stretching and flexing them curiously. ... What are these...?