Bearclaw Valley dead dolphin sounds

It didn't take long for the boy to realise their newest warden was even more distant than the one who had slain their real mother. Though, she did on occasion show both he and his brother these strange places with bones, animal flesh, and other trinkets Astyanax did not care much for. He wasn't sure of the purpose of these visits. He did, however, remember where they were, and often stole away bits of the carcasses left at the altars when the woman wasn't looking.

He carried one such bone now, a long femur of some kind, his head held back awkwardly as he dragged it along the grass. Both he and Glaucos had turned into quite gangly-looking things, the two once pudgy pups growing tall but lacking the bulk of properly fed adolescents (even despite Astyanax's constant thievery).

He wouldn't gain much sustenance from this bone, either, as the meat had mostly been stripped away, but it did make for a good chew toy. Once he was far enough away from the altar, the boy finally plopped down in a patch of sunlight, beginning to gnaw absent-mindedly on his new plaything.