Blackfeather Woods Bad Decision

He had found a tail. Or what was left of it. The bone structure was intact — cemented together by tough cartilage and freeze-dried leather. But most of the fur had fallen off, leaving just a clump of long fur at the tip. Euron trotted along the borders clutching his new toy between his teeth, only to happen upon a black wolf laid out at the edge of the forest. One with a far bushier tail...

"Are you dead?" Euron inquired as he drew near.