Bearclaw Valley They'll cover the hills with their sweet flesh and soft nails

Surely Amneris meant well by her desecration of the bones, but Athalia, upon witnessing the removal of what could have perhaps been part of an arm or rib cage, fell quickly into dazzling horror. Her lips peel up into a snarl as a big wave of russet fur bristles skyward. Put it back!
To make matters worse, Amneris sought to rub herself all over Athalia's treasure. She stomps unceremoniously through the fescue and pauses as she begins to clamber over the pelvis as gently as she can, oh-so careful in her footing, and does the only thing she could think to do:
Piss herself all over the skeleton.
All the while, she stares, thoroughly vexed, to her sister with a look that could only say one thing. Mine.