Darwin padded over to the alphas and bowed. Once he had bowed and rise. Again , he spoke with the clearest voice he could manage with a parched , dry and cracked mouth. "Alphas,Petra and Rosa, I believe all of the dogs are nearby." He then asked "Is there a hierarchy when getting food?" He was tired and hungry. He had a stomach growling and silently told it to shut up. Everyone was hungry and all were so far controlling themselves well. Everyone had gathered near the foood but had not touched it so far . He smiled, and sat down, an ear pricked for an answer The other ear absently twitching as a fly flew past it , he brushed it past and turned his head to the alphas once again their reply. His hunger felt like a moving monster, growing and growling inside awaiting to be defeated by a mouthful of fresh juicy prey. Darwin caught himself before he scattered his reputation by drooling on the prey. He licked his lips and looked around, one ears till focused on the alphas.

Tinker had just sat back down and greeted the smiling dog that had introduced herself as Anita, returning the smile. She was only now noticing Anita's coat was naturally white, but only looked brown because it was so dirty. She wondered if that was on purpose.

Tinker had noticed dogs coming back from their hunt with prey that - in Tinker's eyes - could feed a village, so she wasn't suprised when somebody, it was Mink, invited the group there. She was suprised however, when Mink invited her along as well, even though Tinker had already eaten. She wouldn't refuse though, and decided she would only eat the scraps if there would be any left. Otherwise, she would just join for the fun. She wagged her tail at the feeling of being so accepted by these dogs already and it made her feel at home. For whatever reason they saw her as an equal and Tinker appriciated that more than anything, so she got up again, ignoring her protesting hips - darn it, they were hurting again - so she could follow them when they would leave. Awaiting that moment, she decided to continue the conversation with Anita, who seemed a bit socially awkward, but Tinker could tell she was trying, so she decided to help her out with a question to start with.

"I'm Tinker," she smiled again, "You're a mother too right? Or foster mother?"

Mink felt assure Tinker would feel a welcome of some sort in the gesture, she believed food time was a time where family gathered so by inviting her to it , it was a gesture to say "Welcome to the family!" Or something. Mink wagged her tail and told her pups to go wash before food as they were covered in dirt that probably contained dirt. "Excuse me, I'll see you in a minute..Just going to wash before food, Link you too no argument about it " Mink then padded off leaving Anita and Tinker alone and of course Anita had her little brother as well with her. The golden retriever padded off , wagging her tail panting hard as she gratefully received the spare water to washe over her and her pups.
After she had done that , she left her pups including her most adventurous, Link to finish. Mink padded back towards the huddle that had grown around the food and water piles.