Sawtooth Spire Harvey Two-Face

Keen ears noted the grumble. She would feed him... simply not this rabbit in particular. He would not yet be able to articulate the importance of this she imagined, but then, maybe he could? As he nosed the dirt over it, Tonravik paused in her kicking of the dirt. His method would take him a longer time... and so she waited to see if he would recall the way she had done it and attempt that way. The longer it took him, the longer it would take for him to be fed.

This would not be the last time she took him on a journey like this. With his love for food, Tonravik intended to take him on more cache trips with her so he would grow better at it. Habitual, like it was for all wolves. Each of her sons would take their own sorts of trips with her, but with her youngest loving food, she felt this would be of the most interest for him.