He rubbed his hand along Skylark's back, trying to soothe him as he held out the meat. Watching he child take it and drop it, the maggot wriggling away. He had tried to get the meat back as soon as possible, even wrapping it up in an attempt to keep it's freshness. Sighing, he picked up the squirming maggot before it could escape, smearing it across the cloth sack, he hadn't expected his young to so quickly adapt to eating this sort of thing anyway. Opening his mouth to reassure them it was alright and there was always next time, he was stopped by the sound of Edge's voice cutting in halfway. Silently, he turned to watch him.

 Sleipnir wrinkled his nose and turned away from his brother, not wanting to eat it either way. Turning his head when he heard his Daddy's voice. He ran to his Daddy, clutching his side and burying his head against him, taking in his scent. He watched in awe as Daddy cleaned the meat. He still didn't want to eat it though, not trusting it even if it smelled and looked cleaner. Father stood up and walked over to Daddy, taking ahold of Sleipnir. "Aren't you sleepy, I'll be taking the young ones out soon."