Morningside Cuesta Hunt for who we've not yet become

When his father gave him the go ahead, Kieran smiled. He was glad that Sylvas let him bury some food for his deceased mother - after all, it was his own little tradition at the moment. He was sure Eden would like to have some of his first kill. Would she be proud of him?

"Thank you!" He barked, glancing down at the lifeless body of the turkey. "Okay... only a bit." the boy agreed, promising to not bury too much. After all, the others would indeed need some too. 

"Yeah, you can come too," Kieran smiled at the man, silently hoping he would not find fault with his little ritual-thing. With words said, the young hunter turned and glanced at the hill that seemed not too far away. That was his usual spot. "Can we do it up there?" He asked, again hoping that they would let him. He wanted to bury it on a high point, right in the path of the sun, so that his mother would find it easily.