Sawtooth Spire Harvey Two-Face

This time, he was more successful. When Tonravik nudged him aside, Sitamat's concentration broke and he scuttled backwards, shaking out the dirt that had collected in his scruff. He admired his handiwork then. It was a sizeable hole, if he did say so himself. He had no idea what a cache was, though, other than the fact that this was where food went. Couldn't they just eat it now?

Lacking the ability to articulate his curiosity, the boy instead sat back and watched as his mother deposited the rabbit. He licked his lips hungrily, the effort from his frantic digging already causing his stomach to grumble for it's next meal. She turned back to him, and Sitamat wandered forward, sniffing at the partially covered creature before nosing some more dirt over it as Tonravik did.