these hands made of splinters

haha yes, they do need a proper introduction.

She thought she had found something at first — another femur — and had set to grasping it when the distant rattle of bones elsewhere gave her pause. Echelon more than likely would have looked foolish for several seconds, muzzle reaching out with jaws splayed to grasp said bone with her attention elsewhere. It was a reaching action that never finished as she turned quietly on the stack. Moving towards the sound quietly was another feat that she ultimately failed, as loose tangles of ribs and joints were kicked and scattered out of her way. She would not sneak up on whoever it was, though the thought occurred to her. Her footing simply wasn't favorable.

Curiously for a moment, she peered over the ridges of spine and shoulder-blade of some long forgotten creature, spying out a half-familiar figure in the mix. She knew she had known him at some point, but the where and when were lost to her. Perhaps he had been apart of their one of many assaults on the coyotes. Perhaps he had been someone she had accosted at the borders. Maybe he was just some transient figure that didn't mean anything, that only bore resemblance to many of many she had met. Echelon chuffed to him, as though asking what he was finding for himself. As though she couldn't tell he had clutched an antler from that pile... and as if that wasn't any more concrete evidence that her bone pile was no longer hers.

She kicked a vertebrae at him instead, feigning oops. How's that for hello, how are you?