Broken Antler Fen Souls young and old

At the invitation, Long Rain trotted up and flopped down beside the blackspine, languishing there as if in familiar company. With a grunt, she started to fumble with the oddly-shaped tine between her paws, attempting to angle it into prime chewing position. There. She started to gnaw on its edge, raking fresh adult teeth on the piece of moose antler.

She glanced up at the question, noting a pair of clever green eyes above a smattering of darkstar freckles before answering. Dunno, she mumbled between grinding. Left it behind. Must not want it. That was her reasoning anyway. She supposed it could have been lost, but then that also meant that the creature didn’t deserve to have it. Never found one flat- thick like this, she added. She’d never even seen a moose before. Which wasn’t surprising. She could barely even hunt, if you could call “tracking without any success” hunting.

Long Rain stopped gnawing for a moment to press it slightly in the amiable she-wolf’s direction. Wanna chew?