"Oh, oh, oh oh." Leander chanted with each step, pulling his long legs up with exaggeration as he tried—and failed—to keep his paws from getting stuck in the slush. "Yuck." Finding a large, snowy hill that hadn't yet melted, the boy sought refuge, climbing up the drift, and wildly shook off each of his paws in turn in an effort to keep the sludge from clinging to their undersides. It wasn't like he was normally all prim and proper, but it kept squelching in between his toes, and it was so deep.
Satisfied enough with his work, Leander's watery gaze flickered around the horizon, looking for the next patch of snow he could beeline to, when he noticed it. Just there, below the hill.. there were bones? Interesting. He took a step closer, and felt a shift, and a crrrrunnncchhhh underpaw. Blinking, the yearling looked down between his forelimbs at the skull he had just uncovered. "Oh." Blinking again, and taking his time to actually look around, he noted that not only were there bones below the hill, but the hill.. seemed to be made of bones. Great. Wonderful. Totally normal.
His body reacted before he could, raising his hackles, and sending a shiver up his spine. NO! It wasn't normal! Dark pupils widened as the panic began to flare in his stomach. "Oh no. Nope. No." Turning wildly, and feeling the sickening crackle of remains beneath his mud-caked paws, Leander made an attempt at backing down the partially snow-covered hill, only to misjudge the stability of said bone-pile, and find himself tumbling the rest of the way down.
Never had he been so happy to feel the mud between his toes, and against his sides, but he had to get out of here, and fast! Making a break for it, the boy sped off in a panic, completely unaware of his surroundings.