Various grunts and growls came from Cliver as he went through the painful process of de-icing himself, steadily pulling out each ice spear one by one and dabbing a bit of liquid into each wound. 

After all the holes were closed up (an extremely unpleasant feeling akin to your skin getting carbonated) Cliver climbed unsteadily to his feet. He looked back to see what happened to his burning log, and was relived to find it sitting in a puddle of cold water. Satisfied he reached down and picked up the beasts head before trudging over to the nearest unoccupied bonfire and tossing it into the flames.

Maybe burning the head would be enough. Maybe...

He made his way over to Lilith and sat down beside her, sadly running his finger around the new holes in his coat. "That cave was its home." He said absently. "Might be pups inside." He held his ax across his lap as he based in the warmth of the fire. "But if they haven't come out to play by now they can wait their turn."