Dos listened intently, the twin tailed vixen trying to replicate what the wolf was describing. Hold the spike in her mouth out to the side? She nudged it a couple times, gripping it awkwardly in her paws for a moment before she managed to get a decent grip on it in her teeth. It was even harder than hunting the rabbit really. She wasn't used to manipulating objects in such a complex way with her mouth. She moved slightly away at first when he tried to take the spike from her - she wanted to try it for herself! - and tried to cut the way her was talking about. After the second time she nicked her own paw, trying to see where she was cutting while she was cutting, the cross fox was forced to surrender. Not that she seemed too bothered by it. "That's hard," she declared, passing the spine over with a little huff. --- Speech. |
Flowery Fields
A large meadow grassland surrounded by forests. Rolling hills are covered most of the year in tall grasses and flowers of every color. Large herds of buffalo can be found migrating most of the year.
In Between the Flower Stems