The carcass was still warm when I reached it another minute later, a haze of steam rising and shrouding it. A small stream of frothy pink blood where it leaked from its mouth bubbled and sizzled on the snow.
Dull, flat marbles for eyes proved it had lost the spark that animated it. Though its internals were still making gurgling sounds. I checked the bear's vitals anyway… physically feeling the lack of heartbeat, the absence of breath.
"Definitely dead."
Reaching for my Stash ability, I pull out the bow and my hand glowed blue just before touching the sack of meat, fat, and bones. It's clearly a 'container'. Yes. It is.
Nothing happened. The interface still had an empty slot. My hand didn't even stop glowing blue, it just… didn't seem to work.
I tried again, frowning. But the bear wouldn't… I changed thought patterns and looked at the stockpile grid. It showed the bow, an arrow count, and nothing else.
