in the dark of the night

Ok, so maybe girls weren't all that bad. He grinned as she agreed to go searching for the corpse with him. She took off into the night and he quickly scrambled after her. "Hey, wait for me!" He bounded through the golden grasses, walking over dead leaves and trying to keep in mind where he was going. Eventually he stopped worrying about it. His dad could always find him, right? The wind picked up and his ears flicked forward at the sound of a low hoot. Did owls eat pups? He swallowed but didn't want to show any fear in front of the girl.

"Hey, my name is Áskell. What's your name?" He wanted to know who he was going corpse hunting with. At one point Áskell started sniffing the ground, trying to pick up some sort of scent. He wasn't sure if there'd be anything left from such an old corpse but maybe he'd be able to detect something that was off. Wait… what was that. "Something smells weird over here." He didn't know what the scent was but it had to be interesting. He started following it, climbing into deeper and deeper parts of the thicket until he came upon the source. Two beady yellow eyes peered back at him from the masked face of a raccoon who wasn't particularly happy to see to pups encroaching on its bed. It frizzed up and started screeching. Áskell started to back up, tail tucking.