Moonspear look to the universe

It would seem she'd not have her offer taken quite so literal, and curved a smirk onto her features. "Too fuzzy? I do not think so," she chuffed with a soft laugh, humored that the fur was the problem here. But, then again, she could be the same way about feathers on her meals, and wondered when their taste buds may change in full. It was still a sort of in-between with her learning what timing was right too. She'd not wanted to wean them too early, but was it difficult for her not to when she'd gotten tired of all involved with that quickly. She tried to take their cues on the matter, as well as nudge it along to suit her own preferences. Again, a delicate balance. "You just rip past the furs," she replied, although she knew well what the girl wanted instead. "Like this," she offered, before planting a paw on the rabbit to hold it down while she snipped a piece of flesh between her teeth then pulled up, effectively removing fur and skin at once -- perhaps a gruesome display for anyone short of predatory, but necessary. Repeating it, with new vigor, she swallowed what she tore off now.

She only flicked an ear at what she thought would be a new presence, being used to it happening when around the whelps (which was almost always anyway). For now, she maintained her nonchalance with a slow flick of her tail.