Can You Help Me With A Hare-y Situation?

Mæva trotted south of the Rio Grande with a wild hare swinging in her jaws. It had taken several tries but she'd finally managed to catch one. Settling down beneath a nearby tree she got to wok. Geira, her caracal got lazily to her feet and padded over to the young huntress. It was time to get to work. Mæva moved to a few small rocks that were nearby. Using her paws and her snout when she needed to, she rolled the rocks over toward the tree, arranging them in a ring. She wanted to try drying some of the rabbit meat so she'd have a snack on her travels. It was risky but she wanted to try at least a few pieces.

Satisfied with the rocks she settled down with the rabbit between her paws. Geira said that Mæva could preserve the hide if she was careful and under the direction of the caracal she started working her jaws around the rabbits throat. She wasn't terribly careful. Geria would peel the hide off the meet but the pup was just cutting in first. She planned to eat what she didn't peel off to dry so she wasn't to worked if she was making a mess around her initial cuts. This was more practice anyway.