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Codail caught the sound and turned to it, getting the scent to go with the sound not long after. Well! She smiled kindly and stopped, crouching to cub-level once she fully face her little grandson. Despite the size of her family, she remembered every little quirk and important detail about each member. And only one cub in her family had that bright shock of mane-tuft. And he wasn't the sort to talk to over one's shoulder (not that she would do that to ANY of her family unless they were walking).

"Hello, dearheart. What are you doing away from your Mommy and Daddy?" Had he wandered away from Caide and Chache? Well...he was a cub. Cubs were bound to wander. She'd simply make sure he didn't get hurt in the process.

When she crouched down, Wy headed over there even faster, wanting to jump on her face in a way of greeting. Instead, he skidded to a stop in front of her. She was speaking to him! He paid attention to the way she moved her mouth and got the jist of what she was saying. Now, how to respond to that? He grinned a bit and crouched down like she was doing, only his rump was in the air, tail low to the ground, swishing. He was signaling that he had wanted to play! Then he looked around and looked kind of sad. None of his siblings wanted to play this early in the morning. So, that's why he was away from his parents. He looked towards the border and acted like he was searching for something; daddy was working already.

Proud of that, he looked back to his grandmother and beamed. His little white chest puffed out and that look on his face was like the morning sun; so bright and cheerful! He then motioned to her to ask how she was doing and why she was up already!

Codail chuckled and let him chew on her, long used to such cubbish fun and affection. And she enjoyed it, knowing they were having fun. When he tried mouthing something, she blinked. Oh! She smiled again. "They are well. Keeping your Great-auntie Muscail and Great-uncle Tama busy-busy." Especially Ngoma. She didn't mean to but...she kept EVERYONE on their toes with her antics.

Not quite the answer he was looking for, but it worked! At least he knew they were OK! Thinking another moment, his stomach rumbled again and he rolled those pretty blue eyes of his. Why hadn't he stayed home and grabbed something to eat? With a frown on his face, he looked sheepishly at his Grandmother, a blush on his face staining the white and gray. Well, maybe she'd have something laying around. A bone? Some kind of small... thing. Wyconda learned he loved baby gazelle rather quickly, and genet from time to time. A little pink tongue darted out as he looked about and sniffed, putting his nose to the ground. Hopefully she'd get it!

It wasn't too hard to find a den with a hare in it. The scent of hare was always strongest around one when there was someone in the den. She crouched next to the hidey-hole, downwind, of course, and looked to Wyconda, pressing her paw to her mouth as a signal to be quiet. Then she looked back to the den and listened. Ah...good. It was coming out. When the hare popped up, it found itself sideswiped and death came swiftly as its neck was snapped. Codail had never believed in anything but a quick kill...to bring as little pain upon her meal as possible.

She signaled him to be quiet and he arched a brow as if to say, really? He was deaf, which meant his speech was weird which resulted in him not talking. But he did as he was told and watched her intently. Now Wyconda could have a good lesson on how to hunt rabbits from their holes! This was so awesome. When she snapped his neck, his face was of pure horror and sadness. But, it was food. And it didn't look to be in pain when she killed it, so it was OK, right? Still, Wyconda just watched her and then looked to the rabbit, smelling the fur and meat on the thing. He was starving. He inched closer to the dead rabbit and looked up at his grandmother as if he wasn't sure if he could actually have it.

Codail nodded, her smile growing. Hmm...where to eat. Ah! She tapped his side lightly, then pointed back in the direction of her den. There was the open spot right in front of it. That was a good place to eat...and it was covered in thick, soft moss and grass, so it was comfortable too. She suspected he was more sensitive to how things looked and felt than little ones who could hear. It only made sense for the other senses to increase when one was missing.

A tap to his side startled him and he dropped the rabbit and pouted at it. Picking it back up, he nodded and wandered to where she pointed out. Oooh, he'd have to remember this place! It was nice and sunny and soft. Sitting down, he waited for his grandmother and offered her the bunny first. Maybe she was hungry and wanted to eat. His daddy told him to always, at least, offer to share his food despite his own hunger! So, he practiced it when he could.

Codail chuckled and accepted what was left, enjoying the snack. She could get something more later...Muscail's mate always brought something by for her and the litters she watched around the time their tummies got rumbly. Once done, she licked the top of Wyconda's head. "Was that tasty?" She licked her muzzle, to emphasize it.

He nodded happily and licked at his muzzle, and paws clean. Well, he tried as best as he could; of course he wouldn't be able to get it all, but that's what baths were for! Now that he was full, he let out a huge yawn and stretched out against Codail. He couldn't help it; he was only a cub who ate, played and slept all day. Those blue eyes read sleepy and he looked towards his den. That just was to far to walk with a belly as swollen as his was right now. Maybe he and grandma could nap right here.