Redhawk Caldera Indy, the torch is going out!

"You're so dramatic," Jaws said simply as he shook his head. Dove's emotional state was the antithesis to his calm and collected rationale. Jaws saw the scene for what it was: a body that had been buried beneath some rocks. It did not spark any thought in his head other than someone had died and someone else had buried it. He was not worried about a murderer, was not worried about the decomposing flesh itself. The coywolf could be sensitive the wolf was not suffering - it was returning to the earth from whence it came. It was a natural process.

As Jaws stepped past from Dove he let his tail graze her shoulder, a very small gesture intended to calm his packmate. Working with his muzzle and paws, he respectfully replaced the disturbed stone and covered the exposed face. "There is no need to be afraid of bodies," Jaws commented as he turned to face Dove again, finished his task. "It doesn't matter how long it's been here, and who says it was killed and did not simply die here?" He flicked his tail. That was his logic in a nutshell.