Stone Circle taught me to weep and moan

so sorry for the wait on this

So long ago. Why hadn't he been informed? Surely someone in Morningside should know by now; the two packs were allies, and now they weren't even separated by a damn mountain range. He could have grieved, come and visited his brother's bones. That opportunity had been ripped from him, and there was a tinge of anger to his mourning, the keening in his head.

A bison. "Did he. . .go peacefully?" Shale asked softly, looking back at the girl. "Did he have any last words? Is he buried here?" He should be buried here; this was his pack, his newfound family. Yet Shale couldn't shake the niggling feeling Mur should be lain to rest by their family's river. . .but now with him and Grayday--and Sunspot--away, would any of them have that comfort?