Moonspear feed the bear

yeah, that. a memorial, of sorts, for a fish with no name who had met a brutal end.
pauk carefully takes the body between his teeth — scrunching his nose at the smell in the process — and lowers it into the makeshift grave, muttering something unintelligible in sunshine tongue. he reaches over the hole with the intention of starting the burial process, only to be met with the whap of a paw to his temple.
he pauses, momentarily looking as if he might be angry, until a tiny, devilish smirk crawls up his dark muzzle. giggling, he kicks a flurry of dirt in pie's direction, purposefully aiming for their face.