Bearclaw Valley [m] go back to sleep

the winding tendrils of bearclaw's hidden pathways led the two girls to a secluded area which looked a bit like mother nature vomited a selection of haphazard plants onto the forest floor. look, athalia whispers, turning toward her new friend with a blink-and-you'll-miss-it hint of a smile.
she begins to rummage through prickly thorn bushes and overgrown ferns, pawing at the earth until, somewhere beneath spring's bloom, lies the pillaged, headless skeleton that athalia had unearthed some several moons prior.
the bruingirl reaches now for sobeille's paw, guiding it toward the ribcage worn with fungus and flowerbuds. her tail thuds excitedly against the ground. what it say?