Sawtooth Spire i'd free all my sons

Closer and closer he crept, until the boy was on the lip of the small hole his pack mate had dug. He inspected it, tail wagging as he realised that it was a sort of cache — like what Tonravik had shown him! Eagerly, he swung his head around to find whatever food that was to be buried, only to have his attention directed to the pile of skulls the man indicated to. Sitamat stared at them, brow crinkling. Those were not food.

Still, the boy did as he was told, moving forward to awkwardly grapple the skulls with his forepaws and tumble them into the pit. He listened to the stranger's explanation as he worked and, once done, settled back beside him. His words now were near meaningless to the pup — he had yet to grasp the concept of souls and life and death. A small pause, before, "oh." Sitamat's puzzled frown increased tenfold as he processed this before he looked back up at his dark-furred company, gestured to the skulls and chirped, "ukalerk?" Did these belong to a rabbit?