Haunted Wood Plate tectonic

Some may wonder why Serem, his Consort, wasn't trying to bury the dethroned. But that was either because there was no love, she didn't care, or didn't think anything untoward would come from a rotting corpse on the borders in the midst of winter.
Either way, it would be only the last reason why Vanity was doing it.
It had been days. Just days and already, even with the frozen winter, he was being eaten.
Did Serem care?

The load became easier with the boys help. He said he hated the man and he was helping to move. Not Serem. Soon with the increased pace, they made it the rest of the way. She dropped the hunk of flesh abruptly and spat out fur and blood that had crept into her mouth, desperately fighting against the urge to retch. The tick wall building in her throat that made her want to.
A few deep, controlled breaths and she could compose herself.

Her attention turned to his words. She'd thought about it. 
"I don't care if you kill her, just be smarter." Because if he wasn't, he'd be her lunch.
She held affection towards both youths but had no favorite.
The Fire-screamer and the Knight.