Duskfire Glacier stir fry

After enough encouragement to the nests, she looks back around in time to see Mirabelle move away and busy herself with something else. Wasn’t this supposed to be fun? Brows knit together and she lifts her paw to do anything but this but something is set down and nudged in front of her. Pale eyes look up at the white woman, tail slowly gaining speed. Eat? She knows that word but this doesn’t look like food. Currituck carefully lowers her nose and touches it, sending it rolling a few centimeters. 

The puppy licks it, immediately collecting dirt as it rolls, but eventually she figures out how to scoop it up in her mouth. A little pressure doesn’t do much but her sharp teeth scrape against the shell but doesn’t yet bare down with any force.