Bramblepoint BWP: We saw the same sunset

BWP: A recent bout of rain has washed away a massive skeleton. What is it?

The Caldera was steep, but thanks to youth, Ponyboy was unharmed whenever he took a tumble and ended up rolling a few feet before getting caught in a bush, or against a tree. He snickered and pulled himself free, continuing down the slope which was still a bit slippery from the heavy rain the night before. His tracks would be easy for someone to follow- and inevitably, he knew his absence would be noticed and someone would come after him to get him- so he didn't worry about getting lost. Besides- the Caldera was this great big hunk of hill with a flat top- he'd never really get lost as long as he could still see it, right?

The Bramblepoint was a delight. Strawberries were a bit past their prime, but still edible. Blueberries grew now, and the boy feasted upon them greedily. He was nosing his way through a thick clump of wild blueberries, finding that the biggest and juiciest ones grew in the shade, when he noticed something odd sticking up out of the ground. It smelled like bone, and was rounded on the end in what appeared to be a hoof. Ponyboy had never seen something like it, and realized as he pulled back a few raspberry canes that there was more yet to be found. 

His eyes widened. This was a skeleton- now he just had to figure out what it had been when it'd been alive!