I think he's dead, doc

Ursa went out to the col to go searching for some trinkets. Perhaps something she could use for the garden or adorn her fur. With nothing particularly specific on her mind, the young and pudgy pup wandered aimlessly. Somewhat lost in her thoughts, she started when someone called out to her. Both eyes widen as her ears perk as she turns to look at the woman who gestured toward her. Briefly lifting a paw to her chest to say 'Who me?' Ursa glanced around, noticing no one else that the woman could have been motioning at. Brows furrow slightly before she picks up a quick pace to catch the purple-coated lady who drugs the dead coyote along the stone floor.

Curiosity plagued her as she entered the den and workshop, hurrying her steps so that she wouldn't be closed in the door that the woman rushed toward. Slightly frozen and even more confused now, Ursa stood there watching Aris throw the coyote up onto the table before telling her to bring a lamp closer. Lamp? Looking around, Ursa finally saw it. Grasping the handle between her teeth, she walked over to the table to peer at the splayed-out coyote.

"Anathomy?" Ursa asked with the lantern still in between her lips. Realizing she should probably put it down, she sets it gently beside their specimen. In amazement, Ursa watches Aris expertly slice the coyote's skin open from chin to groin. Her lips parted slightly in awe as she leaned in for a closer look at the glistening wet muscle that was now revealed. Her ears fold back for a second as she steals a look at Aris. Poke around? Like touch its insides?

From the look on Aris' face, she knew there would be no backing out now. Even as her stomach churned and she could feel bile build in her throat, she slowly lifted a paw and gingerly touched the revealed muscle. "What do you mean supposed?" Ursa asks almost self-consciously since she was one of the chunkier pups of the litter and this coyote was far slimmer than she was.