        At first, she thought that a particularly odd behavior.  Upon reflection, it made a lot of sense.  He might or might not have had claws on his hind paws—they were still concealed in the odd fetlock corsets he wore—but he certainly didn’t have them on his forelimbs, and his teeth didn’t look particularly useful for catching a creature, either.  She had no idea what his metabolism was, although it was a reasonable assumption that he needed to eat a lot of nutritionally dense food, given his size.  Since he seemed to not be well-built for hunting, it made sense that he would have to rely on waiting to find a fresh carcass, so it was logical that when he found a source of food which would keep that he would save it for later.  At least he was civilized enough to do something artful with his food, rather than pull out a dead animal and start chewing on it.  