Verdigris Ravine muscle

sorry for his we walked uphill in snow two ways mentality lollll <3

the boy was repulsed. zoug slammed a hard paw onto the scorpion's back, lower upon the carapace so the tail could not rise.

as the arachnid scrabbled in the sand, the coyote nipped off its stinger and spat it aside, then dug his teeth into the space behind its head.

the shell was stripped, the meat consumed.

zoug looked at the younger coyote. in the clan, his bloodkin had accessed their instincts collectively; they did not need to be reminded. this one was almost of breeding age and did not know the things pups understood.

"who is mother?" zoug asked in his guttural voice. "who father?" who raised you without this knowledge?

he did not think to consider in depth that talisman had been born in another biome, that he would never have seen scorpions or mesquite pods. to zoug's rather binary mind, foraging and hunting were latent skills and it was dysfunctional not to have them.

he pointed to a snake winding away. that too was food, and skin besides.