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Oh. It was a dead thing. Shylome sniffed twice. Well, it looked like a dead canine. Rather, the most similar dead thing Shylome had seen to this one was a jackal.
Yet, the other wolf said this was her friend. Jackals were perverse creatures with loose clans, so this was probably the corpse of a wolf and therefore worthy of some measure of respect. Well, at least as much respect as one could allow for the dead.
"Why of course!" she answered the stranger's question with a heavy enthusiasm. "First thing an infant does after popping out of its mother is dig a hole, right?" The beast took several steps up the beach and started burrowing quickly, shoveling out great armfuls of the ground. Digging was fun and familiar. Reminded the African of home and idyllic days gone by. It was a childish thing. She didn't stop digging when she spoke again, the words punctuated by sprays of sand."Unless it is different in this land. I can never tell."