Easy

Nerian stayed away from the scene to many wolves were all ready there, going over to the body now would not help; She had not been able to get to pump to perform a Viaticum before the alpha drew her last breath. Her soul would linger for a while perhaps watch her oak Nerian would have to perform her own rites, but not here. Not in front of these other wolves.

She titled her head toward the heavens began her mournful ritual from afar, She sang a song to the heavens begging for them to open and allow pump to come into the grace of light. She sang long and loud, yet her tones were rich and beautiful, long were they practiced for this task and though unused in more recent times; it's clarity would not go unheard.

Unending her howl; with no sisters to join her, she had to take on the roles of her own brethren and in this moment far from home and her fellow priestesses; tears streamed from her eyes, she felt so lonely. Her breaking heart unleashed itself in her song, making her voice stronger instead of cracking under the pressure of her own weighted heart.

An hour of singing left her throat dry her voice strained and heart heavy, she ended her interlude and turned jogging off briskly to finish the ritual she had started in private