Sawtooth Spire going out of frequency

The blood that dropped from her maw went ignored, as did the mask of red that she'd given herself. She couldn't see the messy results of her work and so they were of no consequence. In fact, she hadn't even bought about having blood on her fur until the arrival of another and his greeting alerted her to it. For a moment, Nanuk had no idea what he was talking about, her gold eyes looking at him quizzically.

It wasn't until their shoulders met and she nosed his side, leaving the mark of her still in-progress task behind. Ah. So that was what he'd referred to. "Ain't nothin' wrong with a little dirt and blood, Shit-For-Brains. Unless you are afraid of eating your paws dirty." She knew he wasn't, but it didn't stop her from taunting him anyway.