~A Small Feast~ (Manahcob Downs)

A sturdy, melodic howl answered back to Cruiser's invitation. It was the voice of his mother, and a familiar vocal beacon in these marshy lands, as the queen took the job of guarding their lands very seriously. And despite her own hunger pains and dwindling reserves, Ta'kali's song was just as strong as ever, defiantly broadcasting her location while amplifying Cruiser's message in the hopes of reaching Megatron and the rest of the children.

Fifteen minutes later, the alabaster queen of the Manahcob Downs, with her signature gray saddle mark and deep, orange-brown eyes, came loping into view across the grassy field. Her tongue lolled from the side of her mouth, fluttering with the deep panting the mother was doing to keep herself cool under the heat of the midday sun. As soon as she reached Cruiser though, that look of exhaustion was swept away, and she greeted him with the sharp wag of her tail and a fond lick against his cheek, "I'm happy to see you." The white wolfess pulled back, holding off on her meal for the sake of catching up with her child, "Good catch; this one wouldn't have made it through fall."