Bearclaw Valley can you do the chickenskin swim?

While Amneris toted around one scapula, Athalia fixated upon the other. She sometimes plucked it free from the flowering roots and held it, caressed it; but she was always sure to put it back.
The remains were perfect as they were. Remarkably intact. Bleached partially by the sun's rays in places, calcified; beautiful. And now the mottled man Ancelin would like to see them too!
She gives an apprehensive glance to Amneris, a chuff breaking from her nostrils before she, too, steps away from the skeleton. She gestures toward it with a grunt and a swoop of her head. We found it right where it is. Then, her eyes trail to Ancelin; a cool, lopsided smile spreading. Neat, right?