Blackfeather Woods Farewell

Her voice was still silent as she entered the the den. The stench of death filled her nose stronger than she had ever smelt before. Maybe it was now that she recognized death as an actual thing instead of a casual mishap along the way. Now, it was so much more real and so much more scary. 

And she was right, the first glance was the hardest. She would never cry but the sight of the fallen Dark Queen made her choke on the air she was breathing. Swallowing heavily, she lowered her head as she silently prayed to Mephala that Meldresi be sent to a Void of peace where she would reign for the rest of eternity. It seemed only right that she carried out what Meldresi had taught her, that everyone deserved to find peace. 

Retreating out of the den, she took one last glance at the motionless feature of the Priestess. Her eyes were unapproachable, her whole body rigid and without her usual demeanor. No quarrels would she start today not threats to be made. This was the day the forest mourned, for life and for death. She had barely noticed the pups not too far awa only acknowledging their presence with a sad look of sorrow. They would never know their mother or her salvation to them. They would never fully know, and that's what made her sad.