Moonspear Look through the rifle's sight

By her nature, she is not a wolf to raise her voice without due cause. While her reedy tones may not be necessarily suited to a harmony as this one, emotion seems to pour freely regardless and none of that mattered in this moment once the news was delivered. Soon enough, she was accompanied and this encouraged her to find a new strength in her melody until her breath simply ran out. Even then and with all that said, a weighty knot had gathered in her throat that she couldn't seem to swallow. There was a dull ache in the back of her head as she looked over the fresh grave, too.

Moonspear had lost a wolf, and her life had lost a longtime presence. In the end, she wished she could have done better by him (and by extension, even Rain).. but such was life. It never seemed quite good enough once it was said and done. Yet, despite all the trials and the untimely end he'd met, she was happy to have known him while she could. Death was inevitable, however, and from here on out, the world simply spun onward without those lost.

Ame lingered a little while, but ultimately decides to consider this matter at length (Charon included) later and to make herself scarce for now. She ghosts away after a silent farewell to take her muddy paws somewhere to rinse them.