[ A wall could only do much. Same with a moat. Yamanbagiri shakes his head at the idea of saving something this close to the water's edge. ]
Here.
[ As he passes over the bucket full of small collected trinkets, he takes a long, smooth piece of driftwood and sticks it into the sand near the late sand fox. It's not much, but the makeshift grave marker shows where the fox met its end. Yamanbagiri clasps his hands before him and offers a few words. ]
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Here.
[ As he passes over the bucket full of small collected trinkets, he takes a long, smooth piece of driftwood and sticks it into the sand near the late sand fox. It's not much, but the makeshift grave marker shows where the fox met its end. Yamanbagiri clasps his hands before him and offers a few words. ]