The Sunspire I was buried in Mt Pleasant cemetery

Her body washed ashore, barely alive. Her mind distorted, her soul no longer realizing where it was and where it belonged. Ypres breathed in short shallow breaths as she lay upon the river's edge, making no movement. The only thing that moved was the thickness of her beautiful but blood stained pelt, and tail which seemed to go with the water's constant flow. Ypres had lost a hell of a lot of blood, and blood still was trickling from her body. How she survived her suicide, was a huge question. Her skull ached, and no memory of what happened occurred. She seemed to have no memory of who she was or where she was. The former Alphess was no longer
Alpha of the Wheeling Gull Isle. She was just a lost soul washed up ashore in the mountains. Pain reaped therein, and she was unable to move. She lay there lifeless, only her ears picking up the sounds around her, to only discover they were muffled. She knew nothing of what happened, but only knew she was breathing and was existing.