Redtail Rise Spirit of Tara

New Snow shook her head, the skin slapping her muzzle gently, once Blood Spot was done looking at it. And then moved to deposit it back into the whelping den with a happy huff. Emerging covered in dirt, she looked back to Blood Spot who seemed to be tearing the food apart. Seeing that some of it wasn't being eaten, New Snow delicately picked up some of the edible bits and buried them, getting all the dirtier.

And then she spun three times to curl in a ball and rest. Her chin lay upon her paw, and she watched Blood Spot, unsure of what she was doing but interested enough to not be distracted. Her head lifted when spoken to, and her gaze fell back to the work Blood Spot was doing. Still uncertain,  New Snow tilted her head.