Svartis grumbled when his sister suddenly pushed off against him. He lifted the wing he had curled around her neck and set the claws down once against once she was hobbling away. She was following the scent that he'd picked up as well - something warm, metallic, that sent his stomach rumbling. He blinked, looking from Bone to Asimona and back again. "Hungry?" Was that the word for what he was feeling?

He guessed it was and hobbled after his sister, flinching when she let out another burst of hot air. Immediately, he tried to cool off his own little vicinity to counteract it, but stopped when he remembered her aversion to the cold. He plodded past Asimona, following Bone as she led him to the scent of blood, yelling back with a high-pitched squeal, "BONE," to confirm he was following.

When the hatchlings moved forward towards the meat she had outside, Asimona turned and led the way, slowly, so that they could keep up. It was only a few steps for her, although a little longer for the dragon hatchlings.

The deer was right where she'd left it, the meat still fresh and warm. She reached forward and dragged it closer to the hatchlings. "This is food. If you're hungry, you eat. I will show you how to hunt later." She dug her claws into the carcass and ripped out a large bloody chunk that she set in front of Bone, doing the same with another chunk for Svartis. She didn't want them fighting over their first meal and the deer was a little big for them, at least she thought.

"Don't eat the bones," she warned upon realizing she'd forgotten to tell them. If there's a very hard part, you eat around it. They will hurt your mouth or your stomach if you swallow a piece."

"Can you hear their voice?"
"Find the one who'll guide you."
To the limits of your choice.

tags: @Bone

There was a long, quiet, eager shuffling as the hatchling made her way--Svartis right behind her--alongside her mother. She stopped when she reached it, as Asimona pulled a piece free for them.

Bone was silent, for a long moment, staring at the dead deer. Something about it told her young mind that it had probably been alive, once. And she wasn't sure how she felt about that--it might not have been normal for a child that age to think such things, but something in her was faintly sad. If it was dead now, that meant it wouldn't be alive anymore--right?

She looked to Asimona--to mother--for answers.

"Was--alive?" she asked, hesitantly.

But instincts drive, and the scent of meat--of food--drew her to the chunk that had been laid before them. She didn't try and grab it, to pull it away from Svartis; instead, perhaps surprisingly delicately for a dragon, she tried to take a small bite. That didn't work so well, and she wound up having to shake her head back and forth to pull a little piece free. Head tipped back, meat was gulped down, and she considered.

"Good!" she decided, and her hunger spiking, she drove in for another piece.

The warning about bones somehow only made her proud. If anyone bit her, they would hurt their mouths! Ha!

@Svartis