Fuel for Pyres

Dagrún bounded after her kestrel and the ravens to see a pretty, a reasonably sized tree. Ok, this would take all three of them for sure but she was excited. She settled down next to Úlfr to watch as the ravens worked their magic with the rope. She'd heard of funerary practices from her mother. While Úlfr had informed her this one would not be as wild and lavish as it would be for a chieftain she was still eager to see the spectacle. Especially the fire. Soon the ravens were done and they settled on top of the thin log for the ride. Dagrún trotted over to the loop that was meant for her, slipping through it so the main band of rope was across her chest. Her mountain lion moved to the middle leaving the last loop for Úlfr.