"Go fetch your cub, look at your stomach, all shrunken. Your cub must be starving."
Lynx Mother hesitated for half a minute, then obediently fetched her cubs. Indeed, there were only two.
They were as skinny as mice.
Chen Ying frowned; this was probably a new mother. She hadn't chosen the right place for birthing either; there was no prey around to hunt. She couldn't think she could just prey on livestock, could she?
She must have rushed in blindly and, after giving birth, realized that every herder kept their livestock closely guarded, with Dog Guards patrolling; she couldn't find a chance to strike.
Chen Ying brought two milk bottles to the baby lynx's mouth. Starving, the little cub bit firmly and drank vigorously; Chen Ying worried they might choke from eating too quickly.
Luckily, after the initial couple of gulps of milk, the two cubs mastered the technique and held onto the milk bottles to suckle, adorably cute.
