Bearclaw Valley [m] feiticeira

@Andrelia was just about to close her baby jaws around her dad's paw, which he held above her, hooting like a rude older brother rather than the father he was supposed to be at this moment. ameline's tension drew a flick of his ear; he looked up when his mate stood to her paws and abruptly left the den.
"hold on, sport," the rex muttered, holding any further charges off with said bitten paw. he caught the fetid reek on the air. he was up too, ordering andrelia to stay put where she was in the den but sensing she would run after him all the same.
ameline stood over a lump of something dead in the grass. ancelin's spine prickled and he paced forward, the hard set of his shoulders warning back their little princesses should they try for the object again.
the glut of his own superstition rose hot and sickening as he stared down into those recessed, half-closed eyes, saw the yellowing tongue and the ripped cords where throat had been, where a voice once spoke.
"something put this here," ancelin growled, tracking for the smeared blood and the remains of where its body should have lain. nothing.
the suspicious indigo set itself on ameline. "kvarsheim?"