I would expect the dragon to want fresh kill. Maybe a dog would want pure bone. On my late wife's grandfather's tobacco farm, the dogs used to dig up Mr. Johnson's skull from the graveyard in the cornfield and bring it around to the back porch, whereupon someone would dutifully walk it back and try to bury it deeper so Mr. Johnson could better rest in peace. The deceased's name was more unique than that, but I can't retrieve it from my memory bank. Those were salty durable folks in Dover, N.C., and I suspect that if he were watching, Mr. Johnson would have been greatly amused, his still getting around and visiting folks.