Redhawk Caldera the body

Takes place November 1st. We'll do this thread in rounds, and each round will start with my post. I like control. <<

Fox had worked tirelessly to dig a Peregrine-sized hole next to his body. At least he'd died somewhere convenient with soft enough earth, she thought, feeling a slight bit crazy at the notion that he'd done it on purpose. She'd lost two sons and a mate this year, and somehow, losing Peregrine didn't feel as bad as she thought it should have. Guilt had crept up on her through the night, and as the sun began to lighten the world around her (and the corpse), she suddenly felt exposed for what she truly was. Somebody would come looking for them, right? Or maybe they wouldn't, assuming (rightly) that they would be fucking the next week away.

The Redhawk matriarch continued to dig away at the ground, her paws becoming more sore with each swipe. A quick glance at the body confirmed that he was, in fact, still dead. His eyes had glazed over, and his mouth was still open at an odd angle. Breathless, lifeless, dead. She couldn't stand to look at it longer than a split second before she returned to the task at hand: the grave.