Whitefish River Show Me Your Teeth

Wynter sucked in her breath when her mother spoke of her belly being of soft material. She could really imagine this, as the belly were her favorite parts of the deer they caught. She realized that perhaps she was looking the some from the inside. Would she ... taste the same? She shook her head to clear her off that thought. That was a weird thought.

She nodded. "But how can I protect my eyes?," she asked. Wynter braced herself when her mother asked to go for her blind spots. Wynter's eyes scanned over her mother, as this was something they hadn't covered yet. She stepped forward, clearly thinking, as she didn't want to recklessly storm at her mother, she wanted to protect herself as well.

Wynter jumped towards her mother's left shoulder but then quickly sidestepped to her other side, trying to jump at her mother's side of her neck to bite her there.