It's a terrible day for rain

The loss of one of their own was never an easy thing to face no matter how well one knew the departed or their relation to them. Their pack was a family and any loss was a difficult one. When Artorias called for the pack to join him for the funeral she of course began to make her way out into the drizzling rain with the others that answered the call. She hung back a bit, holding open the castle door for the others that had decided to come say their farewells. As the stream of wolves tapered off she stepped out into the cool air herself, walking down through the courtyard and out into the plains where they had begun to gather around the pyre. She floated around a bit, checking on her children and making sure to pause by Gloom to give the grieving woman her condolences. She had heard about what had happened from Artorias and she perhaps felt worse for Gloom than anything else. To be left behind by someone you loved too soon was a feeling she knew and could deeply sympathize with. Finally she went to join her husband, sitting beside him and resting her paw over his for a moment with a reassuring squeeze.

"Briar Carpathius"