Sea Lion Shores because I could not stop for death

He blinked, one eye at a time, before his eyes fell to the skull at his feet. He nodded, shortly, before ducking to wiggle beneath the skull, managing to hoist it over his shoulder, the antler tines digging into his shoulders, but the boy didn’t seem to mind.

He pushed up and stared at the woman until she began to move, then he would follow behind. He eyed her, nostrils flaring, picking apart her scent for any details.

He thought he smelled the Dreadfather, his father, but the boy pushed that away. He was a smart boy, he would find the man eventually.