Prompt: Grace

"What's the prognosis, Clicks?" The black-haired man watched the tufted-eared charr apply her healing-infused unguent to the fledgling's damaged wing. 

"It will be a while before he can fly," the ranger replied calmly as the young widowbird stayed still and trusting under her paws. "Given some time and practice, I think he shall be able to soar quite gracefully."

"Would he, a… like to be friends with the fella who rescued him?"

"Hmmm," the charr chuckled "so long as you don't eat his food, Lunchbox."

"Dang it, are they really calling me that‽"

"Maybe stop raiding the canteen?"

"Worth it."

Prompt: Footsteps

He saw the flick of ears when his footsteps alerted her to his approach.

Dryden leaned against the railing beside her, looking over her features with a growing grin. "The cubs doing something funny?"

His mate shook her head slightly. "They are following their drills under their Primus in good order."

"And… what has you so pleased?"

"Just recalling their actions with the scavenger hunt I left them last night."

"You are encouraging our cubs' fahrar to sneak out of the barracks at night?""

"They enjoyed it," Callista's whiskers perked, "they think the Mad King left them the candy hunt."

Prompt: Motherly

<"Did you have something to eat?">

"Yes, Mamasita." The young charr on the cusp of thirteen glanced at her and then returned to prepping her gear for her fahrar drills.

<"Was it a filling meal?">

…

<"Phaedra, will you have strength to hunt the next grasshopper, if you don't eat up the first one?">

Phaedra's whiskers perked with a chirping giggle. "I don't eat grasshoppers."

<"I just worry for you, mourning heart.">

Phaedra blinked back damp eyes, giving the motherly critter a weak smile. "Yes, I know."

<"Maybe bring some things you might like nibbling and I keep you company?">