Moonspear We move like the ocean

Heinous was the perfect word to describe it, in Wildfire's opinion. Her mouth fell into a grim line as he explained the details of what he had found, as well as his thoughts and feelings about it. He tried anyway, declaring himself unsure of how to feel. She shot him another sympathetic look, bobbing her smudged snout to indicate she understood what he meant. Wildfire herself was experiencing a cocktail of emotions at the news, which was only secondhand to her.

"It doesn't matter what kind of wolf he was; desecrating his grave was..." She paused, trying to come up with another word as powerful as the one Floki had used. "Despicable," she decided. "I'm sorry, Floki. I can't imagine what it must have been like to stumble across something like that..." What a grisly discovery for one of Ragnar's children to make, specifically.

She badly wanted to comfort and console him, especially considering she could now count that sort of thing among her wifely duties. "What if," Wildfire began, the words sort of popping out of her mouth even as an idea materialized in her head, "we create a memorial for him here? I know it's not the same thing and that it doesn't erase what was done to his grave. But..." She tried to catch his eye again, to see if the idea carried any weight.