Blacktail Deer Plateau dig up your mother, chew on her bones

Takes place a few days after Junior's burial; this presumes that she as buried next to Pied as suggested, but I can change that detail. I would love for a member of his family to find him.

Junior had gone to ground. The grief of the Plateau wolves was stifling, so thick in every breath that by now, even Pura understood what was going on. Those were Junior's ears, but something had eaten away her face and body. He noted her absence, but shock did not settle on him as it had on Saēna and Tytonidae, both of whom had taken themselves away into mental planes where Junior still ruled the roost. For Pura, she was just gone, and the world kept on turning.

He watched them bury her, like he had buried remnants of dinner so many times before. The faces around him vacillated between distraught and utterly empty, but Pura's expression remained one of mild interest throughout.

The phrase 'bury her near Pied' had come up a few times, and it didn't take him long to figure out that the disturbed earth near Junior's final resting place concealed something interesting. When the other wolves eventually departed, he remained, and would continue to visit several times over the next two days.

Then one dry, overcast morning, he walked up to the dual graves - and began to dig.

The earth that covered Junior was not as compacted as the neighbouring grave, and it was her bones that he unearthed first. Decay had wilted the two ears, and the whole bundle was beset by hungry bugs and an awful, wet stink. Pura wrinkled his nose, discarded the leg bone in his mouth after only a few chews, and scrambled out of the shallow hole. After a moment's thought, he toddled towards the second grave.

Pied took much longer to dig up. The earth was hard, compacted by rain and paws, and it took over an hour before he had unearthed anything at all. By that point, Pura's paw-pads were raw, but the leathery smell of late-stage decay pushed him on.

Eventually, he had a hind leg. It was longer than his - a grown-up's leg by all accounts - and partially wrapped in leathery, black skin. There was still hair on it, but not much. Pura appraised it for a long moment, passing his cold, metallic gaze over the angular hock and the naked, skeletal paw.

Before slaver had a chance to form, he seized his dead mother's femur and began to chew.