Bearclaw Valley [m] go back to sleep

the bones can speak?
suddenly, athalia is intrigued. her wariness is pulled away and replaced with the eager leer of a cat watching a mouse, pupils large and dilated as she emits a chuff and scrambles back up onto her elbows. a-tha-li-a.
now, she begins to approach the stranger, leaving the mangled rabbit behind her as she whisks her way up to meet the girl head on. a cursory sniff is given before she brings her tapered muzzle up to nearly press into her cheek, ears falling flush against her skull before springing back up again.
mother whispers to her. how bone speak? she asks it urgently, desperately. want to hear.