Mom was starting to become a lot more obviously pregnant. To be honest, he didn't fully understand what exactly everything entailed. He knew he was about to get more brothers or sisters at some point, but not really when or why or how.
Andor had noticed that his fellow packmates had been bringing things for Mom occasionally. He knew that these things were to help his new brothers and sisters grow strong or something. He saw things being dropped like food, and shiny rocks, and feathers, and whatever else people thought was a good idea to bring her.
The young prince decided he would also bring her something. Because, you know, he appreciated his mom and dad for doing all the things they did. Whatever the heck it was they did.
Andor carried in his jaws a dead skunk kit. Black, white, and slightly red all over, it was the surefire sign that he had discovered something cool. He had taken advantage of the season, found a baby animal, murdered it, and was now waltzing about with the terrible, horrific perfume from this skunk kit and all of its siblings.
Did you know that skunk kits develop their spray at birth?
Well, Andor did. Now.
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