Arrow Lake every breath of borrowed time is heavy in my chest.

Taki watched him return to working on the hole, choosing not to critique the deepness of it; it was a lesson best learned the hard way, and she was sure he would do just that eventually. When he was satisfied with his digging, he tossed the carcass inside his fresh cache and began to cover it back over. She didn't need to comment on his hind leg method for pushing dirt back into the hole; he soon realized that the task was made much easier by using the front legs. 

When he was finished, he took a seat, glancing at her once before averting his gaze, looking as if someone had kicked him or taken away his dinner. He was dramatic, wasn't he? She almost laughed at his theatrics but decided against it since he had done as she asked without one single complaint. Oh, come on now, it wasn't that bad, she said, walking towards him. And now you know the importance of keeping our food safe and preserved. She lifted an eyebrow at him. Do you want to track something else now? she asked, wondering if he had tired himself out with his cache making. Maybe the prospect of another hunt would get him excited again.