Dragoncrest Cliffs B-E-A-U-T-Y

He was relieved when she didn't try to force her new toy on him. He expected her to, which was why he'd taken a step back, preparing to bolt should she lift the raggedy, smelly thing aloft again. With wary eyes he watched her, prepared to dash away somewhere to cleanse the musty smell from his fur, and bathe himself in the scents of wildflowers so he might forget the scent of rot. 

Fortunately, someone else showed up to entertain Miette. She was of some interest to young Tousaint, who knew her to be gentle, but fun. He looked to her with his eyes squinted and brow furrowed, almost as if in an apology when Miette brought the dried out coyote corpse over to show her. Ugh. His sibling was disgusting! He felt ashamed that she might be a representation of their proud family- dragging dead things around like a poorly trained dog. 

His sister made a statement that provoked a snort from her brother. Of course it didn't want to play- it was dead! Beyond dead!