Blackfeather Woods it's good to warm my bones beside the fire

It was like he read her mind. She looked up at him, slightly startled. Part of her had thought the connection had severed, died, with time. The trio had once been so. . .telepathic, at least with each other. Or maybe she just had a glass face. A little bit of both, perhaps.

I was going to take them to Nightcaller Temple, I think, she answered, staring back at the pile. If they don't get to be buried among friends and family, at least they'll rest in a place of the gods. Even if it was the gods of the wolves that hurt them. I dunno.

Maybe it didn't make a single difference. Death was the Void, after all. These bones, the souls that once were—none of these creatures even knew whether they were alive or dead.

But she felt like she had to do something.