this maybe not for the light hearted, it's a tad sad. it talks of death.

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” - Will Rogers

Umber uses his face to push the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from opening as he can muster. He put her in a thicket of trees, where the green seems to still have a voice in the branches, and try not to think about the beasts that’ll soon be gathering. There’s no way of burying her; the ground is a solid rock of ice beneath them.

Umber lay beside her and want desperately to weep. his throat tightens and his head aches. Everything hurts inside. But Umber have no way of releasing it. he locked up and hard as stone.

Umber whined to the shell in front of him. Then lay his head on her back. There’s no life there anymore.

So Umber gather rocks, one by one, and set them over her, trying his best to protect her from the birds, the beasts, keep her safe as much as he can now. he pile the dark stones gently on her stomach, her arms, and over her face, until she becomes one with the mountain.

Umber stand and study his work, feeling like the rocks are on him instead, then Umber leave the body for the forest and ice.