Sleepy Fox Hollow heiter

Mahler declared the elk's demise came naturally. He bent to tear at a frozen segment of hind; behind him, a score of ravens took flight with scornful caws.

Anselm watched their flight to a nearby tree. He could not sense anything from this carcass, save that it had been dead some time. He sniffed carefully at a listless patch of fur. My travels were okay, but I think I'm better off home. How can you tell how it died, papa?