Sun Mote Copse red breath

She prayed for peace, for a quick passing. The pups disappeared beneath the rush of the water and a silent body was lifted. Asherah smiled softly, yet sadly, to see the young one past pain, to know that it lay against Molech's breast now. The sodden body was lain on the ground and the next was taken to the river. The first had seemed to take years, but the following bundles seemed to go quickly. Molech was merciful.

Her eyes rested on the bodies, now safely with Molech. They were beautiful and in the light of Molech they would be more so. Eshamun spoke of the shrine, of burying the children. Ragna stepped forward quickly, and though she longed to leap forward just as fast, her eyes first strayed towards Arunik'ra and Ar-Khalba. She wondered if Ar-Khalba would want to carry them, or if Arunik'ra would. Would Eshamun herself carry one? It was this thought that sent her forward finally, the idea that perhaps Eshamun would not wish to carry one, and that if both the priestess and Ar-Khalba did she would not need to.

"I will." Her voice was soft but did not falter. Her gaze fell on the children once more, still and sleeping. She longed to lick the damp from their fur, to lay the vessels to rest clean and dry. They had blessed this land, this pack. They were saviors, heroes to be praised for their sacrifice to Molech.