I was biting my sisters ear under my favorite tree, when I heard my mom give a happy roar. The hunting group came back with three huge antelopes, and one of their babies. My dad pranced over and took a great, big bite.

That's how it was in the family. Dad always eats his fill first, then mom and us. We get food, but only enough that we aren't always starving. Its okay, though. We have each other.

I continue play fighting with my sister, waiting for mom to call us over. Lily pinned me, and I growled. "You aren't playing fair, Lils!" I squealed at her. "You can't bite so hard!"

"You're only saying that because you want to win!" She squawked.

"You would say it too!" I pushed her off of me. "You would!"

"Hmph." She walked toward the meal that my mom and the hunters were eating.

I walked over to a berry bush. And ate off of it. What can I say? I'm half vegan.

When we were done with the meal, I looked at the carcasses to see if there were any scraps. And oh yeah there were!

I ripped of a piece as big as a medium sized fish and took a bite. While I was chewing, I wondered where they found these giant animals, about 2 times fatter than a normal, meaning a lot of leftovers. Meaning flies, maggots, and who knows what else that can spread disease. Call me pessimistic, but I was not going to eat something that has fly babies sharing our meal.

My brother waltzed over and ripped the meat from my paws with his teeth. "Hey!" I mewed.

"What, runt?" He growled.

Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention, I'm the runt of the family.

"Why did you take that? I was eating it," I whimpered.

"I was hungry," He snarled in a matter-of-fact type of way.

"B-but it w-was mi-ine" I stuttered. He shot me a look and I cowered away. He pushed me to the ground, and I yelped.

"You don't want to do that," he warned in a low rumble.

"O-okay, L-Loki!" I cried, then I shrunk away from him, sure that he would swat me for being so loud.

To my surprise, he didn't. I felt the pressure ease up, and I opened one of my eyes. Then both of them. He wasn't over me any more, but instead a few feet away, with my mom scolding him in a soft voice.

I looked down at his feet, and saw the meat. Should I go get it?

I decide it's not worth it, and take another piece off of the food. When I am through with it, and licking my claws and lips, I see Loki walking back towards me with the meat in his mouth.

He spits it on the ground in front of me and looks back, getting an unsatisfied look from mom. He turned toward me again and said "Sorry" in the meanest voice ever.

When he turns toward our mom again, she is nodding her head slowly. Still not satisfied, though.

"Are you going to eat it or what?" He snarled, "I'm already in enough trouble as it is."

"Ummm... no. You can have it." I told him, smiling at the look on his face.

"Wh-what?" His eyes were wide open. Then they narrowed and he pulled his ears back. "This is a joke, isn't it? You're trying to get me to take it again, and then get in more trouble. But you know what?" He stood up and puffed out his chest. "I'm not falling for it.

I chuckled. "Really, Loki. You can have it. I've had my fill," I motioned toward my full stomach. "I'm gonna go rest." And I walked over to my father and plopped down on his fluffy head.

He groaned. "Who's on my head?" He shook his mane and sent me flying to the hard ground, but caught me in his paw before I could get out a squeal.

"Hey, dad." I said while giggling.

"Well?"

"What?" I cocked my head at him.

"What were you doing my head?"

"I was going to go to sleep, but I guess I can't now."

"Sorry, squirt." His head flopped back down on the ground and he let out a loud sigh and turned his body toward me, causing him to fall over. "Ah, see what you made me do?"

"Aric, hun, have you had your fill of dinner?" I turned and saw my mom walking over to us.

"Yes, but I could eat more if that's what you're insisting." He looked at me and scrunched his face in a way that made me smile.

"Well, if you're not hungry, then its fine. But okay!" She watched him walk back to the meal.

And that's when the fighting started.