Loach had fallen back into a habit of wandering. With the brief (he hoped) dispersal of Clouse, he could use every distraction that could be found.
However today he had decided to drag @Llinnea along with him. This time he had them follow down the river where the peaks might come into view. Well, they likely would have if not for the collection of trees along the river. One day he'd take her to them. Maybe soon, now that she neared some semblance of adulthood.
Hey! Llinnea! He barked out warmly. Get a load o' this.
Hidden in the roots of one of the trees that lined the riverside was an old skeleton. A stag that had succumbed long before this winter, if he had to guess. Far too pristine and without a piece of meat on it.