Phoenix Maplewood heavy as a feather when you hit the dirt

Relief floods him when Tavi takes her attention off him, turning and bounding off the way she’d come from.  He picks up his pace and follows behind the woman at a leisurely pace.  When she comes up on it, Ukko makes a half circle to come up to the head. He lowers his nose, wrinkles it, then sniffs it again. A paw slaps around the snow, confirming it’s too embedded in the ground to move.  

“Gross,” he says, trotting over to the rest of it.  His nose flares, inhaling the gross smell again, and it takes every urge not to drop to the ground and roll in in.  

Ukko digs at the snow, trying to uncover as much as he can to figure out what it is but he doesn’t get far when the frozen ground.  Staring at it, closer to the corpse and it would be easy to just roll over and flail around.  He groans, growling in frustration and bouncing back to step up to Tavi.  “What’ll you do with it?”