Moonspear some assembly required

The girl swept beside her mother, nose twitched as she tried to parse the scents in the air. Just as he mother had predicted, there was white in its coat now, bright and stark against the fallen leaves that still lingered. It dined on a mouse, ripping it apart with ease, just as Sialuk had done so many times with food brought to her. She was not yet a great hunter, but she was learning.

What now? she asked, her voice barely audible. She was prepared to pounce, and her hind leg muscles were already tensed to do so, but she knew this was a teaching moment, not necessarily one where she was meant to act on first instinct. Lessons were a time for learning.