Hushed Willows This is something monstrous and magical. Beyond science; beyond reason.

If peace was the theme of death, then Tambourine let himself feel reassured. There was still a sadness about all of it, of course, that he picked up on despite his lack of familiarity with this entire situation (or his own mother, as of late). He would still mourn Tavi, in his way. As he aged, it would be a lot more about missed potential than anything else, though, and Stark's solid presence would most certainly soften the blow.

The Alpha suggested they bury her near the river, then invited him to pick a spot. The boy balked at the idea of putting her in the ground. Wouldn't she...? He looked down at her. She wasn't breathing. He supposed she couldn't suffocate then. And the weight of the earth wouldn't crush the life out of her; it was already gone. Maybe putting her underground would keep her safe and warm, even though those things didn't really matter now either. Nonetheless, Tambourine slowly came to accept the idea.

"Okay," he said quietly. He nodded.