these hands made of splinters

Bones scattered, but not where he was. Kero's ears flicked, turning upon his head to listen as bones rattled and rolled over one another, shifting beneath the movement of...yup, those scatters had to be something like footsteps by the way they were spaced out. He ignored it, listening, but otherwise pulling on an antler whose twines were stuck in and around other bones. But he wanted it and he would have it, so he continued to tug all the same.

The bones stopped rattling and a shadow loomed, he turned his eye upward with his teeth still wrapped around the bone and stared into the dark figure of the wolf whom Tonravik warmly referred to has her "battle buddy". Ahh. It seemed the wolf was back from whatever mission Toni had sent her on. Good for her. Good for the Spine too. It was always nice to see a familiar face back in this neck of the woods even if he didn't know her personally.

Or maybe not so nice considering the bone that just nailed him in the rump. He froze for a moment, shifted his hips a side, repositioned his grasp on the bone and gave it a final good tug. It pulled free, and caused the pile she was standing on to avalanche as the bones shifted underneath her. Kerosene stepped back, avoiding the rest of the bones as they fell to put some distance between the pile and his new prize. He set it down on the ground and stood over it somewhat protectively, looking towards her. "You're back."