Lost Creek Hollow Corpse bride

@Indra

It was an almost perfect and idyllic midnight - the forest was quiet, inhabitants were sound asleep, the moon was shining brightly and the stars were winking down to anyone, who was still out there, making wishes, reminiscing about good, old times or trying to predict romantic prospects for the future. Often night-time is, when not only monsters walk the Earth, but also crimes are committed, from petty to big, and some of them are unintended. As was Nunataq's, when she was walking through the Lost creek hollow, her feet, belly and muzzle caked with mud and dirt, and she was dragging something heavy across the forest floor.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Rest. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Rest. And so on and on, until she had brought that object that consisted of four feet, backbone, broken skull and strands of rotting fur and flesh attached to it, to the place, where Indra had taken residence alongside other former Bearclaw valley members. Nunataq left her treasure outside the den entrance, slid in and softly nudged her caretaker awake (if her loud arrival and stench of a dead body had not already woken her up).

Come on, come on! I have something to show you! Nunataq's cheerful and excited expression told all there was to know about, why should the adult get up and go outside to see, what she had found, hidden inside a quite recently dug out hole in the ground. One did not find graves by accident and steal from them every day.