Broken Boulder in all the possibilities

Liri is in the midst of the pines when the call goes up, storing some sun-dried herbs. It is the second urgent call she's heard in the few weeks since she's joined. 

The last a burial of Ioa, a girl she had never met until watching her be laid to rest. It had wrenched her heart but not over the loss of Ioa. 

Liri hastened to the Boulder, too slow to get there first, but arriving as fast as her three good legs could. The tiny girl's chocolate eyes widened in surprise as she drew closer. There was a handful of members, most unfamiliar males. 

Liri clings to the edges of the group, nervous and unsure but too proud to admit it. In the case of catching someone familiar's eye, she gives a small nod.