Sawtooth Spire this whole rhapsody

A grin spread upon Iqniq's lips as Pingasut attempted to say the name of this new place. Puu. They could run with that. Might be fun to see the look on Tonravik's face when he explained he let Ping go play in Puu today. He chuckled at his terrible not-as-funny-as-he-thought kind of joke and watched as his son explored through and about the various bones of the pile. Moose. Bighorn sheep. Coyotes.

He huffed, nosing at a ram's horn as he gnawed at the point of it. The tip of it fell off and he pursed his lips about it, blowing through it like a deep, brassy trumpet. Ha! That had worked. He picked that bone up between his teeth and carried it atop the pile towards where Ping was exploring. He seemed transfixed by something. Time to see what it was.

Coyote skull. The thing had not yet rotted and fur still clung in lingering patches. Coyotes were bad. They were scavengers. He hunkered down next Ping and looked towards the skull. He growled at it too, confirming the child's hesitations about the skull and trying to cement the fact that coyotes were bad.

Except, dead, there was little harm the coyote could do. So, with the lesson learned, Iqniq picked up the skull between his teeth and settled it atop of Pingasut's head so it rested upon him like a mask or hat. Ha. Kid looked like a bad ass. Ghostrider-ish.