Porcupine Ridge i'm here to pick up a fossil.

"Sure," Natasha says, coming over, she watches the red-head with a cautious gaze before dipping her head and sniffing at the shoulder. What good did that do? No good. No good at all, but did Roz know that? Nope. Not at all— she assumes, anyway.

"Yep," she says with mock certainty, "Looks just, popped out of joint, I'd say." She stares at the shoulder once more before nosing it a bit more. "I need you to turn this way," she says, pointing with her muzzle. It did seem a little off center, so maybe she could fix it by forcing it back. She was gonna jump on it.