scales of gold

[Dusty779]

"You were the one who breathed fire into the stove hoping it would cook faster" he scolded teasingly "good food takes time love, be patient" he says with a smile before heading to the small cave he had allocated as his 'slaughter room'. It was normally offlimits to the hatchlings but that didnt seem to stop them. It was in here he took his latest catches and prepped them. Curing the meat and fur so it could be eaten or slept upon respectively. He took pride in his work, making sure it was all done carefully and exactly so hisfamily would have food over the next few months. He knew winter was coming, and that usually meant leaner and tougher times food wise but thanks to his and his mates hunting, the small garden they had protected by the caves warm walls, his looting of the local abandoned town of its canned and preserved goods, a.nd the caves naturally colder caverns, he was able to stockpile for the coming winter.

By the time he was finished and closed the room off, he could hear his young starting to wake and smell the food cooking in the kitchen cavern. "He may gripe about it and say we should stick to the bugs... but he doesnt seem to mind eating the food i catch" he thinks as he makes his way to the nursery "especially when i turn the wild boar... which is in plague proportions around here... into bacon... he gobbles that down faster than i have seen the wolves of my pack do it" he chuckles to himself mentally and lifts his little girl, letting her latch onto his nipple and start drawing milk from him, something he wasnt pleased had started to happen just before they hatched.