Phoenix Maplewood heavy as a feather when you hit the dirt

Something had died in the woods. It was probably pretty common in winter since everything was more difficult; it was some kind of deer - maybe a young elk - but Tavi had found its head far beyond the remains of its body, frozen and crusted with ice. She had thought of returning it to the heart of the territory, or at least to the spot that Ukko liked to sleep (for shits and giggles, to scare him maybe, or as a badass present), but it was frozen to the spot. Rooted almost. The spine carried off in to the permafrost, and Tavi wasn't strong enough to pull it free. Whatever. It wasn't edible, and if it melted in the spring or summer, it'd just smell like ass.

So, she abandoned it. During a foray through the trees in search of something fun to do (but keeping herself alert to cougars, just in case) Tavi discovered the pungent scent of her friend and sauntered after it - stopping briefly to look around, since all the trees looked the same by this point, and huffed when she finally spotted his dark figure. "Ukko!" She called out, carrying herself towards him with as much exuberance as a bored child.