I don't wish to be buried alone, but I will be
06-14-2014, 07:34 PM
A weak howl. That was the only warning of what he was going to come across. He would be the third onto the scene, the scent of a female there, and a younger male... He would approach, having heard the boy?s cries, though when he saw the femme he knew that it was too late to do anything for her at all. The boy smelled of another pack, but Arwel had recognized him from one of the previous meetings as one of the children with the healer. He would give a soft sigh, looking down to the now deceased healer. She was gone... And there was nothing that could be done for her now. The sigma would sit, back end sliding down as a soft sigh escaped him. ?I am sorry...? Vahva must have seemed to be a mother for the child, when his true mother was not there for him. The brute would look down to the woman. She had a uniqueness to her, especially with her blue mane, and was surely a figure that would be missed within Valhalla. Arwel would glance to the younger male beside him. ?...She will need to be buried. Will you come with me to do so...?? "Normal. Speech. Thought. You." |