On the clock

Kewpie watched Eraithus as he started to dig a hole. Next to him was a half rotten bear cub. The meat was no good to eat and perhaps he should have placed the carrion elsewhere. However he’d morbidly taken away most if not all the flesh. So what was he up to now? Eraithus had found himself a new hobby. He’d mark this grave, come back in a season or so, and collect the pristine bones of the animal. Bones made up his armor and since collecting that well, his bird companion couldn’t help but be amused.

"How long do you think this one will take?" Kespie asked from her position next to him. Eraithus was just starting to push the body into the six feet deep hole he’d made. Hearing a thud as he jumped out of the hole next to Kespie. He shrugged shaking off the dirt from his blue pelt. "One season at most, meat was already coming off and I couldn’t even salvage the pelt." He sighed sitting at the edge of the hole. A break before he covered it in dirt.