Moonspear feed the bear

nah, they're for d-- de-- to make it look pretty, pauk murmurs, bashfully sweeping his choice of funerary decor off to the side. so you know sumn's in the ground.
pie was quick to assist him, and now pauk found himself appreciating the help; four paws could do a whole lot more than two. a rather hefty pile of debris and dirt began to build up alongside a sizeable divot in the forest floor.
y'think it's ready yet? he asks, squinting and reaching up to dust off his brow, swiping a branding of dirt upon his face in the process.