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Living with a full functional pack left little for the hatchlings to worry about. With time, they grew into strong young juveniles on a steady diet provided to them by the adults, all the while learning to hunt themselves. Sooner than they realised, they were joining in on hunts and helping to feed the next generation of strays that Peaches swore she wouldn't take in.  Bigger and bolder, they could hold their own in most fights and were now capable of holding t...

Hatching solo wasn't uncommon on the Kiama Isles; a lot of eggs simply rolled away from the nest, were stolen or were rescued from ravaged areas by good samaritans. The important thing for a lone hatchling was to find your place in the world as fast as possible. For most hatchlings, this meant finding a group to stay safe in, to find someone slower than you that could take the fall if you ran into trouble if you were uncharitable and someone to trust with your l...

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...