Lost Creek Hollow Food for me and my baby

nunataq took up the other end; for a long moment, the two young ones investigated their respective sides of the caribou leg. merrick drank in all there was to know about the object his sister had brought, mimicking her at times. his teeth eventually found the bony spur along the back of the hoof, and he licked curiously at it, pulling away to regard nunataq with an expression that invited her to look. surely she had seen it before, but merrick was not sure of what it meant.