A deer there. A bear here. Any creature of the forest had at least one corpse of its species visible.. The stench would never be forgotten. No amount of force Alex put in the cloth couldn't keep the smell away. No matter how hard he tried, death found its way into the different ways he perceived the situation. Inescapable. 
Alex tilted his head and saw Elsa attempting to heal a fox. 
Alex leaned over and actually picked up a dead bird. Examined it and than moved it from its past place into a row of birds. It was a silly effort. That would not effect anything but Alex began to slowly place animals that could have perhaps known each other in a row. It comforted him. 
Alex looked upward and in a tree a murder of crowd were visible. All lined in a row lined up. Perhaps seeking to eat the carrion. 
A few tears ran down his face. He would like to stop the cries but he could not defend the bodies forever. It was just nature but these crows had made Alex even more angered but he still did not truly express much except for the occasional light kick of a tree while placing the bodies in rows.
He walked over to Elsa eventually. "... Elsa..."