Sawtooth Spire Harvey Two-Face

Tonravik watched with amusement as he continued doing things his own way. She did not stop him, only watched. He seemed to tire of nosing and pulling the earth backward, which was effective in the last moments of burying ones prey, but could not possibly earth the creature in its entire. Tonravik had helped in the beginning which made his efforts passable, but not exceptionally so.

The mother knew she had to help him connect the dots. She looked unimpressed, her lips in a thin, tight line. She did not veil this from him. Tonravik contemplated simply leaving the spot as it was. It was relatively easy to detect that it was a cubs handiwork... and any scavenging thing could steal it with ease and little time. Should she let it happen?

Mm. No, not this time. He was too young to have done better, this time... and she would help him improve. "Watch," she told him in their Inuktitut tongue. And she fixed what needed fixing, patting his work down and kicking more dirt back. Once she finished, she looked to him and nodded, stepping around it and turning back. Time to go back.