Clubbing baby seals

Kite started to attempt to copy her sister's work, and was only getting sloppier. The coat was a mangled mess when her sister offered some sound advice. “Good thinking” She agreed. She could just worry about sorting out the meat, and her sister could bring the coat from her own kill. “And then we’re bringing different things” she added, pleased with this advice.

“You sure you want me to?” She teased lightly as her sister requested her assistance. But she didn’t think what Vanta was asking looked too tricky. She did the first few cuts, but the last one was a little more vague. “You want the head off fully, or did you want me to keep any of the neck or back of it?” she asked for clarification, lifting up the head and letting it roll around a little in her paws as she waited for her sister to point out where she wanted the cuts. She wasn’t mean, just oblivious.


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