Bonesplinter Ravine who thought she was a nightingale

for timeline consistencies: takes place before this thread. one creepy boi coming up.

a lesser beast might have felt that the bonespliter ravine was a place of horrors, tucked betwixt the strath and the barrier mountains grasses stained with muck from recent rain and bleached bone of skeletons littering the ravine's floor, scarab took it in with a breathless sort of wonderment. he has never feared the dead and this ravine was proving to be a treasure trove for the deathreaver. he abandons a small, splintered section of some unfortunate beast's spinal chord for a peculiar skull — fox, he thinks — covered in mosses that made it their home. he drops the section of spine and crushes it into pieces beneath his paws as he inspects the moss covered skull, sniffing it and taking it betwixt his jaws.

the taste of musky, mossy earth combining with the sweet, nutty flavor of bone causing him to salivate against the crown of the thing.

at home among the skeletons and half-eaten corpses that vultures abandon at his prowling, scarab seeks out a gold veined cave to tuck away his newest prize, wondering what other goodies this place has for him to savor.