Sleepy Fox Hollow Stare in the darkness, Is there air?

"I know," he softly confirmed.
The smell was old. Death and decay were two different scents.
He silently slunk around the scene. Pawprints. They all had the classic nail marks signalling a K-9 was here.
He looked to the body. He wasn't certain, but likely another wolf. Probably the crazy one again.
Derg huffed, the scents tickling his nose, stuffing it full.

"I understand," gods if only he knew Grezig was dead, "I'll help you. Just remember who the Saints are."
He didn't know who would try to eat carrion and didn't know where Valour planned to keep the body until they dug a hole.
He approached, only slightly tentative, to inspect the body closer.
"What do you think it was?"