Bearclaw Valley can you do the chickenskin swim?

neither of them seemed too keen on giving up the remains. as more of a guardian figure, ancelin certainly was not about to take the bones away, he wasn't their dad or anything.
in a show of good faith, he steeled himself and sniffed over the scapula and the shoulder bone, fighting the instinctive rise of his hackles. 
they were young and didn't know any better. ancelin cleared his throat. "uh, so if these are wolf bones, we should put them back. it's — more respectful, you know. letting the dead sleep peacefully."
were they getting it? were they old enough to understand? his indigo eyes swept between them both.