Golden Glade Amaaaaaaaaaaaazing Grace, How Sweeeeeeeeet The Sound

Sylvas had already been wandering outside in the cold air, the brute having kept to his routine of marking the borders, regardless of the situation that had befallen the pack. Even though they had lost a member, it didn't mean that Sylvas could stray from his duties. Deep down, the male silently mourned the sudden loss of Estelle, though the sadness that filled him was more for his mate, Eden. As much as Sylvas wanted to protect her, he knew he couldn't protect her from the pain of losing yet another family member.

As Alder's howl echoed across the terrain, Sylvas' paws instantly guided him toward the location of his sorrowful song. The brown colored male hurried, soon finding himself to be the last to arrive at the ceremony, his stare looking to each wolf  and pup slowly as they gathered around the freshly clawed body of Estelle. An anxious sigh escaped him as he lowered his head in a bow to the others around, though the mercenary was in truth more focused on reaching Eden's side. Soon his amber eyes locked onto her form, a small smile appearing as he noticed their pups were also present; warmly and carefully nestled within her embrace.

As he came closer, Sylvas offered a bow to the King and Queen, eyes peering to the ground as he remained silent, slowly and quietly taking a place beside Eden. In truth he didn't know what to say as he lowered himself to sit beside his mate, though still, respectfully allowing her some room as she nursed their pups at such a difficult time.