[a snoozing skerple]

It's pretty average at this time of year to hear the rustle of dead leaves or the snap of needles underfoot at night. The persistent hiss, flap and scrabble of shuffling sand and dust tends to be a bit less common, especially in the deep of a wood, but there it is.
Coming up on the noise, it seems like the perpetrator is some sort of overgrown rat creature, rolling and grooming itself in a dry clearing. It abruptly sits up from its mess, as if caught in the act, and meets you with a suspicious wide-eyed stare as it drops the end of what looks like a femur out of its little mouth.

Oh, it's definitely staring..
[walk away]
[join the sandpit, why not?]
[stare back in awkward silence for an indeterminate amount of time]
[toss the creature a skull, that you were holding onto for uh.. no particular reason...]

"Arashi" belongs to saraphena.

[saraphena]

[join the sandpit, why not?]
This Beautiful critter will be deemed Arashi

[a snoozing skerple]

"Arashi" gives you a perplexed look, but goes back to rolling as if undisturbed. Looks like you've made a new friend.