She slips the meat into their mouths. They are like children with her and each pines for her fingers with the drippings of heated fat and blood. She can see in their eyes that they are aware of her minds operation. She sees it is not their burden for which all purpose is thrust but that a child is hungry and a mother will feed the child. She pulls a soft coat from the withers and caresses it as it melts away. Felicity.