Noctisardor Bypass Chupathingy, how 'bout that?

@Thief

Spook had been the latest one tasked with keeping track of the helicopter part -- heck, a good chunk of the time it had been assigned to him, mostly because he was less likely to destroy it than his sister and less likely to get distracted and misplace it like his brother.  Instead, the young adult had gone and stashed it in a hollow of a tree in a particular copse of trees that he'd started to favor.

The hooded boy had amassed a collection of things there along with it.  The odd bone, a particularly straight stick that had been stripped of bark like a piece of driftwood, some interesting rocks, a feather -- it really wasn't all that much, and the hunk of think metal dwarfed it all.  He'd had quite a collection hidden away back at the creek, but he'd been unable to bring any of it along.  He mourned the loss in his own weird way, and so far the snow had pretty well blocked him from collecting more except things that fell on top or showed up when he was digging for something that smelled interesting.  Spook was fussing, trying to find a better way to sort the things so that if his mother came along to reclaim her prize, his things wouldn't be scattered to the wind.