Firefly Glen watch the flames burn auburn on the mountainside

A high pitched yelp was what caught the girl's attention, her ears swiveling to find the source of exclamation. Pain burst from the call and worry festered within her chest. Her mind shifted from her own melancholy to the worry of a stranger. Padding through the broken canvas of snow, her paws interrupting a once perfect, blank picture with her footsteps. The sudden wail was what hurried her walk to a run, dashing through the Glen only to see an angelic, golden figure sobbing. It took her longer to noticed the ebony fur sticking from an icy coffin. 

She felt awkward - Mara was good at healing physical wounds, not emotional. For a moment she wished Chaska to be by her side, he would know what to say. As she regarded the weeping prince, her eyes picked up on his injuries. Cuts covered him like fur, a deeply swollen leg, and a torn ear distracted from his otherwise regal appearance. The wolfess inched closer, lowering herself as she closed the space between her and the stranger. "Hello," She beckoned a soft and quiet voice. Her expression revealed clear worry, she knew the pain of losing a loved one - and wondered what could've possibly helped her in that time. Day's conversation truly did not, she feared of doing to this the flaxen male. 

Her heart beat out of her chest, unsure how to comfort one in such an unfortunate situation. For now, she would allow her motherly instincts to take control. "Sir?" Mara muttered, hoping he wouldn't be disturbed by her fret.