Permafrost Hollows I decided to play when I knew you were fire

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His brows furrowed, in all his time he'd never managed to pinpoint an exact timeline to the decomposition of caches. He didn't have the knowledge that the insects and bacteria, as well as temperature and moisture, changed the rate of decay.
But he supposed he'd have to give his rough estimates.
"In the winter, I'd say about a week. It depends where you place them. In the snow, say in the tunnels, they won't decompose for perhaps two weeks. Where that cache is,"  he gestured backward with his muzzle, "a week I'd say. It's best to check on them often for status and scavengers."

Whew. He fell silent for a short time, needing to process all he'd said and formulate his next words. He was certainly speaking more but this was for a good cause. He looked to Keen with a soft fondness in his gaze. She wasn't much a child, rather a teen growing into what would be a knowledgeable woman.
"In summer," he continued, "it doesn't take long and they have to be hidden better. Underground, closer to dens is best, easier to guard and sort through, if not sorted they can attract cougars."
He fell silent again, already considering what other questions she'd ask next.

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