why were you digging, what did you bury?

Kevlyn gave so much warning of what he planned to do that it was no surprise Caiaphas predicted it and played dead. He pranced over to her, lifting a large paw to clumsily bat her back, but he paused in the act when she gurgled. The boy stood there frozen, one paw held aloft and the others teetering dangerously beneath him, waiting for an indication that Caiaphas hadn't just died for real.

None came. The coywolf was much too crafty for Kevlyn. With an uncertain sound in his throat, he crept closer, reaching out a paw and laying it across her snout. His eyes were wide and curious, his original intent to make her take him home forgotten. He gave a hard shove with the paw that was touching her in an attempt to rouse her.