Blacktail Deer Plateau coming for to carry you home

Peregrine wasn't far behind. A tsunami of emotion rolled over the three wolves, pressing down on the two black alphas like the weight of a thousand planets. Pura dropped to his rear, unaffected, and watched in silence as the shell-shocked father prodded at the furry little costume on the ground that used to contain his daughter.

Pura was the only one who openly stared at what everyone else assumed to be the remains of Osprey Jr, amused by the two intact ears and fascinated by the extent of the decay. He fought the near irresistable urge to gnaw on the exposed bones, rising several times during the age it took Peregrine to process what he was seeing, but the tangible uneasiness of the two adults kept him from acting on that desire.

"We will bury her near Pied."

Pura turned his face up to Peregrine's blank, turquoise eyes. He didn't know what a Pied was, and waited quietly for further instruction.

"Let's pay our last respects to our Osprey Jr..."

That didn't make much sense either, but before Pura's mild frown could be joined by an irate demand for clarification, both adults raised their heads to the sky and howled. A wildly out-of-place grin split Pura's maw, and he quickly offered his own, lighter voice up to the heavens. The clear, unbroken note wound its way around the dark and sorrowful wraiths like a wicked little nymph.