Sawtooth Spire Harvey Two-Face

It had taken two mighty bounds of her own to catch the rabbit that hadn't been too terribly far from them to begin with. Her son lifted its head which provided no resistance, and as he removed himself it fell back to the earth with a light thud. She nodded encouragingly as he responded to her. Not quite, but almost. As he pawed at the ears, she hummed, "Siutit." Ears. Different than his own, but still ears.

When he finished his inspection, Tonravik picked the rabbit up again and nosed her cub to the left. Time to take it to a cache. She took some steps ahead and then looked to make sure he grasped that they were moving on.