Tiramisu was sulking. He would deny it until his final breath if pressed but he was truly in a sulky mood, dragging his feet along behind his packmates. He had little sway in the group when the girls agreed on something, and he really had no choice but to cave to democracy and follow them. The last time he had tried to strike out on his own he got bullied by an older raptor and his prey had slipped easily from his claws. Ignoring the fact entirely that his ‘pr...
