Sun Mote Copse They will feign an expression of sadness

He nodded dumbly in response to what his Mom said, and leaned against her muzzle as she touched his cheek, but he froze when she mentioned his Dad being in a good place. He remembered what Elfie said, and he clenched his jaws together. He fixated on that, and suddenly began to stare with a steely, angry look straight at the den's wall. He felt his Mom looking at him strangely, aware of the sudden shift in energy he was experiencing, and he let it all out. 

"Elfie, Mom." He croaked. "Sugar put a flower on Dad's grave. An' Elfie picked it up an' chucked it in the bushes." He complained angrily. His mother looked shocked, and made to question him if that was the truth, but he simply gave her a look that said enough. "He did, Mom. He did it. He said there's no point in doin' that. He said he'd put a chewed-off dead deer's head on Dad's grave an' it'd be just the same as putting a flower there," He said, something akin to panic easing into his voice. "An' he said nobody goes anywhere good when they die, an' he'd dug up a fox you killed an' looked at its parts an' said that was the same as Dad bein' buried, and it makes no difference, putting a flower on the grave." He said. "He did, Mom, I swear," He said, begging her to believe him.