Zoey, as in her nature, greeted all those who entered after her with a wag of her tsil and a grin on her lips. She was always so happy to see her fellow students - why wouldn’t she be, when they were all united in the common goal of learning and seeking more knowledge about their world? It was an endless, boundless supply of information she was taking in, all in stride. Her dark amber gaze drifted down to the fork, whom her teacher, Milo, allowed her to inspect. In her digits, the woman clasped the instrument as best as she could, although it was a bit difficult without fully opposable thumbs. She stared at it with awe as the teacher explained the course and its purposes. She was ever so fascinated by whom he dubbed the ‘lost species’ - just who were they, and what did they need these artifacts for? She smiles as she thrned the object over in her front paws. As Milo inquired as to what she believed such a pronged instrument was used for, she didn’t hesitate with an explanation.
"Hmm. Judging by the small size of the instrument, it must’ve been held in their paws. Like a knife, but not as sharp. But since the prongs are pointed enough..maybe they used it to grab stuff? Not sure what though..it’d have to be pretty soft for it to make an impact." She wasn’t quite at the level of observation to understand that this was a utensil for eating, but she was close nonetheless. She paused after, waiting for feedback from their instructor.
