On the clock

Eraithus had started to raise his paw to scratch behind his ear when a voice broke his thoughts. Kespie looked over at the yearling twisting her head upside down out of curosity. A surprise to him, was this one of hers? Eraithus grinned before stepping aside a little to let the yearling see the rotting bear.
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He chuckled at her words, "Fortunately no, dear Bluecoat Eraithus is burying this bear cub carcass to later collect its bones." his crooked tail curled over his front paws. "Its a new hobby of mine, you can make weapons and armor out of bones but this little guy, I just want the bones as a souvenir." something new made him happy.