Ouroboros Spine gently nudging your soul

"it asks much, but shikoba always give." a workhorse position, but shikoba is never afraid to put in the extra time to make sure something is done right. with all of the recent events moonglow had faced, she takes pride in her position as the first hunter and intends to keep the family well-fed and protected, so long as she is able to stand and breathe.

while her lips parted to ask of something, the little sound of paws tapping against the surface brings shikoba's attention away from löté to look towards the little child beneath them. an inquisitive look upon her face as they tapped towards the catch shikoba had brought as an offering. 

"partrdige," she whispers to her as she looks towards wilwarin, "food." so long as löté does not stop her, shikoba beings to gently pluck the feathers from the bird in hopes of encouraging the child to join along. learning to catch was one thing, but learning to clean was another. "must clean before wolf eats."

if one cannot clean their kill, then fur and skin and feather get in the way of protein and blood and flesh. the palatability of the meal goes down and thus the value it brings. a smart lesson, but perhaps not her lesson to teach.