Nova Peak Splitting

Though not too bothered by her sibling’s playfulness, she did side-eye the motion.

I’ve seen them, Carrion shrugged. She’d never paid much attention to rabbits’ teeth, but as usual, Masquerade proved thought-provoking. Their mouths seem so small, though. I think they have a better chance using their claws… right? It was something to turn into a riddle; she tried to think of what she wanted a tooth-and-claw-based question to represent. Intelligence? Forethought? Values?

What do you think is more useful: our teeth or our claws? If the meat was soft enough, they could still feed themselves, theoretically, but could they run as fast or dig their dens without claws? Did either of these things make a wolf a wolf?

Her thoughts ran away while Masquerade studied the clearing mist, though it did not take long for the topic to turn to scavenging. Carrion snapped out of her daydream, owlish eyes turning immediately up to scan the overcast skies.

There! A dark dot flew out over the trees in the distance, too far away to determine what it was, though a raven or crow seemed likely. The birds in black see more than me, she grinned, surging forward with a yip. She had found that following a dark bird was often the easiest way of finding something deceased, which would hopefully be where she lead her sibling towards now.