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Whilst she did not know who the old wolf who died was, he had to be important. Death was something everyone could feel in the air, but only those who truly care for the dead feel the weight sit on their shoulders, their hearts, and their thoughts. The somber air that blew through the homeland brought a chill to Gracious' body. The gloomy feeling that surrounded her was something she wanted to escape from, but something told her that she had bigger fish to fry. She needed to check up on the others and see how they were handling everything, not just herself. She hoped everyone would be able to grieve what they could before moving on.

Snow coated the ground where she walked, her paws sunk in only a few inches. The familiar sound of crunching filled her ears, though the scent of Delight teased her nose. Lifting her gaze slightly, the misty woman could barely make out his figure. She paused, fearing that her coming close would only upset him more. Oftentimes wolves preferred to have their personal times to grieve before consulting with others. She hoped that wasn't the case now. Gracious continued on, her paw steps grew lighter in hope to not come off as loud when she approached.

She was unaware that the grounds she was approaching served as the graveyard, though she acted like she knew. Light steps, fearful that anything touched too roughly would crumble underneath her. "Delight?"  she asked aloud gently, pausing at the edge, perhaps only a few yards away from the smaller man. "Are you... handling everything okay?"