Kildeer Rest otter boy

she reaches out to him with an offer. a task, one simple enough to share. having nothing better to do, he gives in to her attempts to connect and nods.

he lifted from the snow, and eyes the rabbit. its pelt could be useful, but it'd have to dry first. nor did he know how the seal hunters and his mother manage to get the pelts as plush and warm as the ones he had in summer. for now, he'd have to leave the rabbit as it was.

what do you need? he cocked his head towards the plains. isn't there only dirt and roots here? and too much snow to dig through to find.