It's a terrible day for rain

Aureus' death hit Iroh hard, his youth and potential suddenly ending in tragedy was nothing anyone could ignore. The Abraxas hadn’t been as close to his cousin as he had been Pyrrhic, but he knew the pride and talent that lived within Aureus and his loss would hit Aerie with a blow that knocked all of them down. Malleus’ demise had been difficult, losing their leader was harsh. He had been at the tail end of the prime of his life, and his successes were numerous. Aureus had only just hit his stride, and could have done so much more for their family.

Fate was a funny thing, and the unfairness of it all made Iroh to sit many nights pondering all of it. He’d sat over his tea and prayed to Abraxas that his soul found safety in the arms of their ancestors. Iroh made his way to the painstakingly built pire their kin now lay lifeless upon. The young man was silent, but his mind prayed fervently for the lost warrior. With a humble grace Iorh place a bound bundle of tea leaves atop a beautiful rabbit skin. The former a personal gift from Iroh and the latter a symbol for Aureus to travel swiftly into the afterlife.

Somberly the massive wolf retreated, his eyes misty before taking up his place to observe and hold vigil.