lay me down on a bed of roses

Bane had watched his Chief bury his once-mate from where he had followed right alongside after the fight was done and Gerhardt started to bring Adette's body. The meadow was perfect, even as the rain began to fall and Gerhardt covered his once-mate, Bane still stood watching over the younger wolf as his fur grew wet and matted from the exposure under the greying sky. A howl was given by Gerhardt, and Bane answered with a low one of his own.

The grey wolf knew what he was feeling.

The old Seracian however just stood there, eyes shifting over the mound of dirt that covered Adette. A stretching of a leg that bore his freshly marked Talutah symbol eased the pain somewhat, even as Loccain, Maverick, Tahlia, and Epiphron gathered about, Bane decided it was finally time to travel the dozen or so yards he hadn't traveled in order to let his King do something he clearly wanted to do by himself. Bury his mate. Just like Bane buried his.

And as Bane lay down next to Loccain, his sapphire eyes never left Gerhardt for a moment. Whatever his King was planning to say, it was going to have consequences.