It's a terrible day for rain

Lose was a heavy and inevitable thing. But it didn’t mean that wolves wanted to deal with it? You could feel the weight of the Hallows that day, hearts heavy with grief and mourning as the wolves settled in the plains for the farewell of one of their own. Elowen hadn’t known the one lost, but the pain felt by her packmates, and the general feeling of remorse for a lost life, was enough to keep her expression somber. There were no tears, but still, she had brought flowers of her own for the woman. It was almost like she was sleeping, peaceful… no longer in pain. Elowen stepped to the pyre, set the flowers down, and stepped back. “Until the next life, miss.” Her friends in the Hallows would carry her memory in their hearts. She moved back, sitting among those gathered, head dipped in respect for the one lost.

"Speech," 'Thought.'