Redhawk Caldera sundown over ghost town

They dug. The work was silent, strenuous, and just as tough as it should have been. A lost life was never an easy burden to bare and as soon as it became easy, then not even the Gods could save you. Only Mictlantecuhtli could do anything for you at that point, and that was simply to guide and trap you in the kingdom of Mictlan. Lives were precious and despite her not being completely true to the faith, that was something she stuck to. 

The body. Pale, covered in dirt, but still untouched. She had been protected and now, she would be forever safe in the arms of her family. Sebastian pulled the girl, Tiger, from the temporary grave before he sat unceremoniously on the ground. Continuing her silence, Nochtli stood there, covered in dirt and let him grieve how he would. The dark Fire sister would pass no judgement on him for anything she saw here and now. 

He rose to inspect to Tiger's body, his posture solemn and sad. Her ears flickered backwards when he mentioned poison, her brows furrowing. Who would poison the -- Her eyes flickered down to the ground, to the scattered herbs and plants. 'Unfair, indeed.' Her death seemed to be... an accident, pain and simple. There were no other smells on her, no other visible causes. 

There was pain in his voice, in his eyes. She knew that pain, not through death, but she knew the pain of loss. "She no longer suffers. I know it's not much and certainly not what you'd like to hear, but..." She trailed off, her voice soft as she spoke only once more. "I'm sorry for your loss."