Golden Glade Amaaaaaaaaaaaazing Grace, How Sweeeeeeeeet The Sound

Sylvas remained silent as he listened to each wolves sentimental speech about their fallen comrade, Estelle. The mercenary peered to the ground as he let out a small sigh, tail curling about his paws as he then slowly glanced over to his mate. Amber eyes watched her as she continued bravely through this difficult time. Sylvas had no words of his own to share, for the male; along with a few other members of the pack, hadn't known the woman very well, so he sat and merely listened.

As the time came to clean the body, Sylvas gradually lifted himself from the floor and approached the scarred corpse. Golden eyes observed as the others began to clean Estelle's form. The brute's pink tongue flicked out from his mouth to lick at his muzzle for a moment and as his paws brought him closer, Sylvas allowed his tongue to escape once more to clean the blood and dirt that clung to her pelt.