Dawnlark Plains i watched the fire that grew so low

She had been grieving within her den, away from Day's still body. She didn't want to be seen like this. Weeping and huddled alone with her unborn children. She felt as though they were feeling this loss as well, through her. Normal pregnancy cramps were signs of their own agony over Day's absence, though his body remained still present within the pack. Shale had insisted on waiting for the barrel, a family ritual.

She hadn't wanted to leave Shale with Day, but he would greave in his own way and she didn't want to take that away from him. But she wished that he were here at her side, so they might comfort one another in this time. But currently she was alone, trying to hide her sorrowful attitude. If she were to be the primary leader of this pack she would have to become even strong than she was. Her weeping was not strength.

When she heard Dawn's howl she thought that her new load of responsibilities were about to begin. She did not rush to the call, though that could largely be blamed on her pregnancy. When she arrived where Day's body lay she saw Dawn standing over him, and Shale nestled into his brothers flank. She looked to Dawn and then to Shale. It would seem that he hadn't moved at all from yesterday.  "Shale... Dear..." she said softly lowering her head down to him.  "Why don't we go back to the den. We can get you something to eat... some rest... We can always come back tomorrow."  she said continuing to speak in a soft and sweet voice. She looked at Dawn again wondering why it was she had called her. She didn't think it appropriate to ask, afraid to get the obvious answer, unaware that it was Shale she had called him for, not Day.