Moonspear cold wind

She cringed inwardly as her rabbit pelt was inspected, only to flick her ears forward and tilt her chin as she took note of the one section that had been torn in a nice, clean line. She'd managed to avoid puncturing the skin there with her canines as well, and in comparison to the rest of it, that small part looked somewhat decent. At least she knew now what to look for in her work- and where she struggled. She was relieved to know she wasn't too bad, given the fact that she had chosen a particularly difficult skin to work with.

Seal offered to help, a thing that brought a kindly smile to her lips. Young as she was, she was easy to defer to and Simbelmyne lowered herself to lay upon the ground as the girl pulled the skin tight between her forelegs so that she could rake the tissue clean with her teeth. She nibbled, using her incisors, a process that flipped a switch in Simbelmyne's mind. That was not what she had been doing- but it looked much more effective. 

She scooted around to be shoulder-to-shoulder with the girl, and stretched the rabbit's pelt a bit further so they could each work on a section. She cast a sideways glance in Seal's direction every now and again as she worked, warmed by the presence at her side, matching the rhythm of her jaws to those of the intelligent girl.