Ranuk stayed where he was, attention wholly focused on the little cubs. There would be no settling them soon, their mother was dead and they were frightened. It was best to give them time, and there was plenty of that if they simply spent the night. As far as Ranuk knew, neither of them were needed for the wedding preparations. If anything, he wanted to avoid them in case they were.<br/><br/>"Stay," Ranuk said with finality, the elvish rough and croaking as it echoed in the cavern, "cannot move yet."<br/><br/>The cubs were alarmed at the sound of his voice and shrieked, their squeaky mewling pitiful and heart wrenching. Ranuk sorely wanted to cuddle them, to lick their little faces and coo comfort against their soft bellies, but he could not approach them until they understood he was not a threat.<br/><br/>Let Tamlin skin the snow cat. He could keep her pelt and her teeth, it was his arrow that had slain her, afterall.<br/><br/>It would also be up to him to inform Jera and Ursalo to make camp. Ranuk would not move from his spot until he was ready.<br/><br/>Outside and below, Ursalo removed the dead calf from his back and sighed. He knew his father too well and already guessed that they would be making camp. There were no noises of struggle so that meant the cat was dead and the cubs were found, but Ranuk being Ranuk meant that he found new pets to adore, and their needs always came first.<br/><br/>"Might as well make a fire," Ursalo said cheerily as he shrugged off his bloodstained robes, his scales burnished with the golden red light of sunset. "What do you have a taste for? Rabbit or pheasant?"<br/><br/>The calf was meant for the cubs so that meant they had to find their own dinner for the night.