Cressida eyed the skull her brother had chosen. It wasn’t much he could do. Especially since the piece itself didn’t hold value to it. Not like the ribs she possessed.
”Where do you wanna go?” Taking a seat, she waited for his answer. Her paw organizing the ribs in size. Each one a different color, width and length. She would most likely have to ask their mother for some help. However, as long as she had them was what mattered to her.
