Sawtooth Spire Harvey Two-Face

Tonravik kept her eye upon him. He saw the thing, now, and was processing something. She looked back to the creature, whose nostrils twitched... and it looked directly to them as her son stepped forward and let out a quiet bark. It went entirely rigid before it sprinted off, away from the warren as though to distract. Her own hardwired instinct had her stare at the thing as a dog would its favorite ball, and once the thing moved, she solidly bounded over her son.

She managed to grab the creature by the back and one solid shake was all it took to end it all for the brown creature. Tonravik turned back with the rabbit in her mouth and dropped it before her son, tail waving. He could not eat it, yet, but he could identify it. "Ukalerk," she informed, nosing the still warm body. Rabbit.