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

Oh, these poor children.
Tousaint reeks of secondhand embarrassment, and Sobeille of something like frustration at her new friend that could not hear her call for companionship. Maleah herself gives a soft look to the boy before her gaze turns to the carcass, and then to the swollen eyes of Sobeille.
How do you explain death to a baby, especially when the dead thing is right in front of her?
Okay, she reaches out a timid paw to rest upon the dried hip of the baby coyote. Her voice, calm and willowy, as gentle as she can muster. he can't play with you because he's not alive anymore, baby. He's dead, this was a really piss-poor explanation, but this had not exactly been in her medic training. Her ears fall to the sides of her head. when somebody dies, their body doesn't work anymore. They can't feel, hear, or see anything.
Another sidelong glance is given to Tousaint as if he might help her. At least he seemed to understand what was going on.
And when you see a dead body, the good thing to do is leave it alone. If you pick him up like that, it could, um, fall apart, she wanted to say, but she wasn't looking to emotionally scar some children this afternoon. it could damage his body and it could get yucky germs on you. And you don't want those. because that means I have to deal with it.