The man would give a nod as his mate spoke, gently taking his son up with his jaws. He would make sure that no other predator could reach his body, so that he would be safe. His body, as it decayed, would eventually nourish the earth where he lay. The man would take a look at his new son and daughter and leave the den, walking outside. He would look around, gaze falling on a tall, sturdy tree. It was close to them, and he knew that his beloved still cared for the child despite it being a stillborn. Keeping him close would be the better thing, Kar thought.
The man would carry the child over to the try and set him down, beginning to dig. He would dig the whole deep, making sure it was whide enough for the little body. Then the man would lay his son to rest, covering his body first with soil and then finding a rock to roll atop the grave. A marker... a reminder of who lay there. He would stand there in silence for a long moment, looking down at his son's grave before walking back to the den in silence and slipping inside.
Gently he would nuzzle his beloved, laying down behind her. "You should get some sleep, Nalyda..." He'd say gently.
