I think he's dead, doc

OOC: just marked mature for gore.


Aris trotted through the entrance of the Col. Clasped in her jaws and dragging on the ground without the advantage of height was the still-warm corpse of a coyote who had dared the Armada's boundaries. As she passed through the main areas of the pack, she glanced around for either Zeejay or Ansem but neither of them were to be seen. She did spot one of what she could only assume was one of Mortis' kids, since she seemed to be the same age as that Waylen kid. Wylie? Wylen? Whatever. If she was a Mortis kid, surely she was at least a little interested in healing, and probably as soft and squishy as he was to boot so she could use a little toughening up. Pausing to drop the coyote temporarily, she called out. "Hey you, kid," and made a curt 'come here' gesture. "Follow me." Picking the coyote back up she continued through to the entrance to her den and workshop, beelining straight for the closed workshop door and then into the workshop to toss the coyote onto the low table belly up, legs splayed to the sides. "Bring that lamp closer," she said, not even bothering to look up to see if the kid had followed. Surely she had. "Time for an anatomy lesson."

Without any further ado, she popped a claw out to slit the coyote's pelt from the base of its throat to it's groin, careful not to cut into the abdomen quite yet, then peeled the fur back all along the chest and belly to reveal the wet muscle beneath. "Take a good look, kid. Coyotes and wolves have the same parts in the same configuration, so you can see here what our abdominal muscles are supposed to look like. You can learn the names of the muscles later - right now you just need to know what is normal. Go ahead and poke around if you want to, see where the muscles connect to each other and the bones."