whistle while we work

The first hare was placed upon its back, legs splayed out with a rock on each paw to weigh the limbs down. Beside her, her mother's companion, Mr. Raccoon, held a slim but sharp knife. Having cajoled the raccoon to come out and help her start the process of tanning the hides, she hoped he wouldn't be too upset about being woken up early. So far, he was compliant with her requests and soon began to slide the knife's sharp blade around the hare's paws and down the inside of its legs until he reached the middle of the hare. Focused on keeping her paws on the hare so the skin and fur wouldn't get messed up in the process, she was surprised when she heard someone call out to her.

Lifting her head with wide eyes and alert ears, Ursa watched the larger boy approach. From what she scented, he was Armada, but she wasn't sure she had met him personally before. She blinks a few times, her brain taking a moment to register his question. "Oh, uh, m-morning," the pup stutters out as everything finally settles in her. Looking down and around at her collection of hares and supplies, she took a moment to look back up at him. "Uhm, yeah, I-I trapped them. My d-dad showed me how to make snares," there is possibly a hint of a smile but talking to others she didn't know always made her slightly nervous at first.