It cant all be bad

Eltrys carried the good sized carving of a wolf to the garden where the other graves sat. He had worked dilgently, through several days and even weeks, starting and restarting the endeavor. Now, finally oiled and wax preserved he placed the effigy of his own mother, a pup at her heels to signify his beloved brother too, next to the mounds of Haydee's nephew and father.

His eyes of striking ice blue swelled breifly. His work was done. The statues reminiscent of his hearts grief. He stretched his long arms to the ground before it, a stretch and a yawn for his mother and his brother. Something to talk to when he his days grew too heavy.

With a sigh and a sneeze, he felt lighter! There, they finally had a place to rest thier souls. Somewhere close to him. Now that the duty was done, his paws felt a abuzz with satisfaction, nearly joy if the act wasn't so greivious.

He turned away from the graves and looked among shurbs and grasses for a few herbs to restock the healers stores.

"Speech!"