Hushed Willows eat your heart out

Kunik only nodded, watching as Octavia walked away. She shook her head in pity, turning and digging a small trench before nudging the tiny body into it. She covered the child with dirt and patted it down carefully. 

Kunik found no reason to mark the grave, it was unlikely that anyone would want to visit. Instead she sat, prepared to sit vigil as was custom of her people. 

"I don't usually believe in you people, but Ma did. She always said you knew when an innocent had died..so you know this pup died. I don't know if heaven is real, if it is please let this little guy in. And if you could, help Octavia." Kunik tried her hand at praying, though she didn't know if any of her Mother's Gods heard her. It seemed to her, the only ones that heard her were the swaying leaves of the willows.