"Many legends contain at least a single nugget of truth and in most legends, that nugget is dung."
Resian Proverb
Poking the dead beast elicited no response.
"No matter how many times you do that, it will not change," Arkus Roselek stated as he watched his younger partner continue to prod the deceased animal. Arkus removed a silver flask from his coat and unscrewed the cap to take a healthy drink. Still, Drobir used the blunt end of his spear to futile ends. "Are you expecting it to explode?"
"I've heard stories that some animals will play dead," Drobir answered.
"Yes, you heard them all from me. And I have no doubt it is dead. Otherwise, it would disembowel you in annoyance."
Arkus stood, replacing the flask in his coat and removed a small horn. Uncapping its large end, he blew into the smaller, blasting a bellowing sound through the forest.
"I hate that ugly noise," Drobir complained.
"But you shall never hear such a noise through the western islands." Arkus bragged. "No one but I have slain the Kreglian bull of Fal'shen."