Moonspear feed the bear

It was true, the dead fish wasn’t very appealing. Treepie still wondered how it had gotten here, and in such terrible shape. Perhaps a pack mate had fished it out of one of the mountain streams, eaten some of it and discarded the rest? Why hadn’t they put their leftovers in a stockpile? Maybe there was something wrong with the fish? Perhaps Pauk sensed this, in which case burying it was sensible.

Pie shook their head and smiled at his question, saying, I can help you dig a hole, and already began kneading their toes into the soil, shoveling it backward between their crouched hind legs.

They paused after a moment to catch their breath, their yellow eyes drifting to the flower and stones again, prompting them to wonder aloud, Are we burying those too?

It seemed kind of a shame to put such pretty objects under the dirt, though this was Pauk’s project and Pie was only here to help. If their brother wanted to put them in the hole, than that’s exactly what they would do.