Moonspear but i took careful aim, and i made no sound

the young boy's fur was still on edge in indignation, but as the seconds passed his offense lessened, until eventually he had forgotten the 'accusation' all together. siding up next to his sister he nudged the thin arch of the bone with his black nose, his tail tentatively thumping against the stone beneath them.

"it's a bone," he said in a hushed manner, nudging it closer to his sister so she might inspect it. he hoped that she would find it as interesting as he did; he liked the soft, flutelike quality of it. it wasn't a thick or clobbersome bone like he was used to, and it appeared delicate while being extraordinarily strong.