“It doesn't really matter if it tastes good.” Lilytail said briskly.
“It symbolizes victory. Besides,” The molly continued,
“Prey is prey. We can't waste it. Everyone in the clan can eat well. There's no need to hunt.” Lilytail flicked her tail, amused.
“But if you can't stomach hard-won prey, I'll gladly go hunting with you.” She started walking toward the camp entrance.
“Coming?” She called over her shoulder.