Bonesplinter Ravine puppets with their strings cut

These bones were terribly tiny, so terribly frail and brittle.

They were the meager remains of whatever poor critters had met their bitter demise at the foot of this ravine, tripped up by gravity and held in place by an apathetic, indifferent string of fate. A pang of pity stirred in the young male's chest, though not nearly enough to dissuade him from his curious endeavors. Clunky paws delicately prodded the different bones, separating them from those of other beasts before trying to align them and reform what had been an avian skeleton. A corvid, if this skull was right...

Clever beasts, corvids. K was overly fond of the mischievous bastards, himself. As though they were a kindred soul full of joy, intelligence and potential, and with that the inevitability of trickery.

With his face askew and his tongue curled around his lips in a very ridiculous and focused face, Kukulkan murmured idle thoughts under his breath, his tail wagging unusually cheerfully in such a grim setting. Even the clouds blocked out the sun in periods, so much so that the tall male found himself pausing here or there until he could see again.

"Who were you, my bony little friend, before you fell down here?" This bone was the keel, he knew that! Aaaand there you go, in place, "What stories can you tell me?" What secrets will you unravel?

@Fire