Blackfeather Woods 8 reasons organization will change the way you think about everything

Euron had amassed a collection of objects that he had found during his morning prowling: the skull of a mouse found inside an owl's pellet that he had crumbled by paw and picked apart by fang; a dead cricket missing two of its legs; part of an old deer femur stained green and brown; and an assortment of feathers from ravens and smaller passerine birds. He lumped them in a pile at the base of a tree, then settled down for a nap as the sun just started to rise above the tree tops, only to wake and find that his pile was no longer a pile.

The feathers had been aranged parallell to one another and the quills faced the same direction. Feathers that matched were side by side, with a small but noticeable gap between them and a feather of a different kind. Each feather had been groomed too, with the barbs smoothed as neatly as they could be and dirt and debris removed. The mouse skull was aranged above the feathers, facing toward Euron. Parallel to the skull was the cockroach, placed up right so as to look alive. It too faced Euron. The femur remained stained, but the dirt and moss that had clung to the bone was gone. It was laid belowthe feathers, perpendicular to them, so that the total assortment formed a triangle.

The dumbfounded pup stared at his things. His confusion was brief only because there were other emotions clamoring for the spotlight. First it was alarm. Someone was messing with his stuff while he slept. Then it was irritation directed inward and outward. Someone was messing with his stuff while he slept — and he never even noticed! Then his mouth split in a long, tongue-curling yawn. His nap had felt more like a blink. Euron glanced up at the sun directly above him and furrowed his brows as he glanced back to the now sorted and arranged objects.

With a slight wrinkle in his snout the boy looked around the glen. He spotted @Maegi first and narrowed his eyes.

Did she do this?