Moonspear i hope you'll always see me there

Caelum glanced briefly at the girl, but it seemed his mother's chuff only chased her away rather than brought her closer to them. He turned back to his mother then, who put down a skull. A mystery was presented, as so often with Mother. Caelum sniffed the skull, instantly on the task at hand, but it was too old to tell from scent alone what it had once been. He studied its head and looked at every outline it had. There was only one likely possibility considering its size; the most common animal he had seen in his own life, at least, to have such a size. A deer. He looked at his mother, his assessment spoken stoically and without a doubt, and waited to hear that he was correct.