Heron Lake Plateau The clock may run out on us.

The four of them sat, dejected, alongside the badly broken and contorted body of one of their fellow packmates. When Elwood arrived, she lowered her head, knowing that Elwood too would grieve the loss of one of his goddaughters. He looked shocked, and Towhee explained, her flat voice confessing what X had seen, and as he swooped down to land near her, she shuffled a bit closer to him, extending her muzzle to gently touch the soft, slightly wet feathers of his nearest wing. He wasn't himself, and that worried her. Niamh wasn't the sort who often thought about how other animals felt- but X was different. He demonstrated an intelligence and comprehension of emotion that put him within the ranks of wolves, in Niamh's mind. And she could only imagine how he felt, knowing he could fly but a wolf would only fall. 

Towhee suggested that they bury Orca on the Roost and she nodded silently. X seemed to like that area, and it was beautiful in the shaded woodlands, covered in fresh green ivy. It would be a peaceful place for Orca to rest, though it would mean trying to carry or drag Orca's body across the narrowest portion of the lake. Between all of them, though, she was sure it could be done.