Strawberry nurses her newborns as her older foals play near the nest, she’s the first generation of cannibals on holst, she had been left there by scientists, she was the by-product of her mother’s “forced impregnation” by a cannibal, she never seen her mother after that.
Besides that, strawberry’s foals are perfectly healthy and her older foals started to grow rows of sharp teeth from their cannibal blood, cannibals are the most likely to survive alone, just like her father, strawberry is a cannibal, but she refrains from eating other fluffies if it isn’t necessary.
Strawberry eagerly waits for her mate to arrive, her mate, conqueror, hunts for small animals like birds and lizards,
in the meantime, strawberry nurses her foals, softly singing to them, the same way her foster mother sang to her.
Soon conqueror returns with a bird carcass, blood dripping off his bloodstained maw, his older foals rush to the sight of fresh meat, the foals fight over the carcass, conqueror immediately breaks up the fight, scolding the foals, the family then feasts on the dead bird, blood staining the dirt floor, the older foals skitter to their newborn siblings, their bloated bellies falling over as they curl up into a fluffpile.