Curious

Wendigo's eyes followed every wave of Misery's paw and managed, somehow, by the end of the waving to fix on the hole like they were supposed to. He dropped to his elbows and put his nose in to get a closer look. For good measure he reached in and patted at the sides. Good and deep, solid snow sides...yep, good hole. It had the Wendigo seal of approval. He nodded cheerfully and enthused, "Oh yes, that is a very nice hole. Very nice indeed!" And he liked the plan too. It sounded like a lot of fun. Their mom would be so surprised!

Without further ado he hopped into the hole and made himself comfortable. "How's this?" he asked before going limp and doing his best dead animal impression. By his estimate it was pretty good; it felt good anyway. He let his eyes roll back in his head and his tongue hang out in the snow - which was super cold by the way, but worth it - and he held his breath so the little white air puffs wouldn't give him away.

He perked back up almost immediately and beamed up at Misery. "Pretty good, right? I could be a good dead body." Wendigo began to drum his paws on the edge of the hole impatiently. Between the talking and the demonstration they'd wasted far too much time on talking. It was time to get to burying; he wanted to play dead now. "Come on, let's go!"