Whitefish River Small Death

Tobias leaned down to sniff at one of the bone piles, but with their age, all scents had vanished aside from the dry scent of bone dust. Larger than a wolf, that's for sure. Maybe bear? Likely natural causes of some sort, then again I ain't-a naturalist. Perhaps these are your ancestors! Unable to not laugh at his own joke, the cowboy's voice echoed once more through the cave. Seems like from there on out the cave split into narrow chambers leaving the main clearing lines with crystals and bones. What laid beyond was anyone's guess. Bright side, anything dangerous is long dead. Nothin' to fear in here.