This Exciting Life - Chapter 13 My Children Are Cute But..

My voice and words reassured them. Yep, they could totally understand me and I them.

I put them down on the kitchen floor and began to make breakfast. While I was cracking eggs and slicing up toast, I spoke to my children.

“First, we need some breakfast, it’s the most important meal of the day, you know.”

Then I realized at major flaw in my thinking. What do wolf cubs eat? Do they eat raw meat at this age or are they still on a milk diet? I gave them a complicated smile.

“Ehh, what do you eat? Can you eat human food or?”

Really, I was becoming like my mother as I got older. Scatterbrain and all.

At the word ‘food’ their tails started going swish swish, left and right, back and forth.

“Meat!” they quipped together.

Right right, of course of course. Well, they certainly felt comfortable with their new situation rather quickly. Communication or not, they were still young cubs and animals that lived by instinct.

If they were sad, they were sad and if they were happy, they felt happy and if they felt safe, then it was safe. It wasn’t complicated at all.

I opened the fridge again and pulled out three big steaks and some vegetables like broccoli.

I cooked one steak medium without spices and one with spices. The third one I left raw.

I placed three plates on the floor and let my children decide, that way I’d figure out their diet. Both of them went for the one with spices, but totally left out the broccoli. Kids, really, leaving out the vegetables.

The steak wasn’t big enough for both of them and they started to fight. I quickly separated them and reprimanded.

“Hey hey, be good! No need to fight. I’ll just cook another one. Be good, Yin and Yang.”

A few minutes after I came back with a new plate and they wolfed it down in no time.

“Try the broccoli too.” I suggested.

They tried and quickly spat it out again. They cried out.

“Not like, not like.” and curled away from the green stuff like it was their mortal enemy.

I don’t know if they didn’t like it because it wasn’t a wolf’s diet and was bad for their digestion,

or they simply didn’t like the taste because they were children

It wasn’t like I wanted to humanize them, I knew they were wild animals despite being tamed, but I figured I had to know everything about them like any parent should.

After eating I took them to the bathroom to clean up. They were cute and so mofu mofu-able,

but they were dirty and covered in mud and blood.

It took two whole hours to get the ordeal done and after that I dropped to the floor, wet and exhausted.

My children are cute, but man right now I could certainly do without them.