Busy Little Beavers

Aslatiel continued snipping the skin off the beaver. Mæva helped by taking part of the hide in her teeth and pulling back as the younger girl snipped at the hide with her claws. However, it was hard to talk with a mouth full of beaver so she dropped the hide. She was finding herself more envious of the other girls claws. But there wasn't really anything she could do about it unless there was a way to rig such claws onto her own paws, maybe from a bear or mountain lion. She'd have to ask Lini what his thoughts were.

Mæva cocked her head to the side as Aslatiel stated that Resin was her grandma. So Resin was her grandma and Sirius was her father? Mæva worked to consider all these relationships. She nodded quickly though at the mention of rocks. "Yea, I think so too. Let's see what we can find." She bounced up onto her paws and trotted around looking for rocks. She found a few, working her paws into the dirt until she freed a few rocks which she rolled to a flat area, working to make a small boundary for the fire. "We can put the meat on these rocks maybe."