[Carlisle's eyes affix themselves on the ground, his expression hardening.]

It has to be. They were ensnared before I even realized they were animated.

[He sighs in frustration as Ol' Shittybones looks up at him; the broken femur the skeleton is using as a neck doesn't seem to hinder him much. Maybe it's because it's magic keeping the skeleton together rather than tissues and muscles.]

You cannot sense it, but I can. What energy keeps these bones connected and moving -- it's mine.