Ever curious

She scowled when he didn't immediately turn to her and tell her. She lashed her tail. She watched him pull out the bones and feel them in his paws. The smell of the carcass was enticing and she wanted to see better what he was doing with them. How'd he already have a knife? Did he borrow one of Mom's? Oooo maybe she can tell Mom about it. It looked different than one of Mom's knives.

He seemed less interested in the carcass now so she pulled herself closer to it, testing to see if he'd *allow* her without telling her off. He didn't, so she went about copying him. She pulled out a strangely shaped bone down by the flipper. It was curved and smaller in the middle. Perfect for holding in her teeth. Maybe she can use this as a handle! Maybe she can make a blade out of the bones on each side! She glanced back at his knife, the blade was black, she wanted one of those, but she wanted her own style. She grabbed another bone and grimaced at the feeling of the slippering fat and skin around it. But the taste was all right. How would she sharpen it?