The older boy moves closer and while Mr. Raccoon regards him with hesitancy, Ursa looks at him with a smile. An invitation for him to come closer, of course! He scented of Armada and anyone who belonged to the pack was a friend of hers. She tries to stay focused on the task at hand as the raccoon continues to slide the sharpened blade along the inside of the hare's slim legs.
When Bronze speaks, Ursa doesn't look up from the hare, but her ears turn toward him. She is listening, intent, and open to any and all questions he has. A small smile embraces her lips as she lets out a laugh. "I don't suppose most wolves do," Ursa comments, feeling more comfortable with him as the moments pass. Now that the skin was flayed ever so carefully, the inside contents of the hare are exposed to the chilled air around them.
"I am skinning them so that I can tan the hides and then use them for the gardens or to craft more hunting tools. If I cut them into thin enough strips, they roll nicely and can be used for cording," Ursa explains as she continues to have Mr. Raccoon help her peel the skin away from the hare's body. "Would you like to try?" Her eyes lift up to him with interest, pausing for a moment before continuing on with her task. Mr. Raccoon carefully takes the hare's body and goes to hang it from a low branch of a nearby tree where he can slit the throat and allow the blood to drain.
"I like trapping because it is less effort for me," she pauses, suddenly self-conscious of her chubby stature, but the only tell is a slight wrinkle of her typically bubbly nature. "Plus it leaves the animals more intact so their bits can be utilized instead of being shredded with our claws and teeth," it is then that she pulls a second hare over until it is between herself and Bronze. Oh, right, introductions!
"The name's Ursa Fatalis!" The pup is chipper once more as she watches Bronze. "You don't gotta if you don't want to, but you can stick around and watch," she waits then to see if he wants to try it out or would rather sit and talk.
