Sun Mote Copse o quam sancta

Going to skip Ar-Khalba, hopefully that's alright. Then we can tie this up and move on since it's getting a little outdated as far as the pack goes.

Asherah shook her head, sadness filling her eyes. She didn't understand, was deeply confused. How could Molech who gave so much take away the children? She understood Eshamun's words, heard all of them, but a dark shadow had descended over her mind. She swallowed thickly, inhaled a breath. "I understand all the reasons you have given, but will not lie. My mind is dark and clouded, I am confused...upset. I...I need time to think, to pray. I..." She stuttered, then ended with another shake of her head. 

"Molech has all of my soul, I simply need time to think on this so that I may see the light through it. I...I will leave you two now. I am sorry to leave so quickly, to have interrupted. Be strong, Eshamun, sister." She glanced to Ar-Khalba, pain clear in her face. It was not either wolf's fault and she did not blame them, but her heart was sore with this news. "Take care of her, Ar-Khalba." She whispered softly to him, then with a bow to both turned to leave.

Her tears threatened her again and, at least, in private she would not feel so guilty for crying. In front of Eshamun she would feel like a fool, for it was her sister who would experience the loss most. So away she went, to cry and pray.