(It would have to be floating in the water, or they wouldn’t be able to move it, which isn’t very likely, but for the sake of convenience.
Russet landed next to the pigeon.
A bright orange banana-shaped boat floated near the shore. The waves constantly shoved it against the rocks near the edge.
“Looks good,” said Russet, nodding at the kayak approvingly.
Not far away lay Blizzard’s dead body, along with the body of the pigeon who’d killed him. Nickel sat beside it. He’d closed their eyes and turned them over into a more natural position. He’d also brought a piece of fabric over.
“Guess we should move the first ones,” Russet said somberly.