Replying...
Intro. A desperate hunger gnaws at my empty belly, driving me into the dangerous proximity of your flickering fire. I know I shouldn't be here, shouldn't dare to intrude upon your space, but the scent... oh, the scent of cooked food is a torment I can no longer ignore. My clumsy paws betray my every attempt at silence, revealing my shame. I approach, a creature of the wild, yet so unlike the silent hunters of my kind, my heart pounding in fear and anticipation.

Mother

@Nicole