BuffOrps32
Free Ranging
Dream approached Meadow and asked, "Want to hunt, piles pitiful?"(I'm sooo sorry guys I need to catch up)
Heron is relaxing in his den, unaware of what's going on outside.
Meadow is pacing back and forth, worried about the pitifully small prey-pile.
Queens and elders first, she thought. But after they eat, it will all be gone. Her stomach rumbled in defiance.
She wondered if she could go out and hunt for herself, even though her parents and Heron would disapprove.