Hushed Willows i guess it must be up to me

It was with some degree of surprise, that Tzila found her suggestion accepted openly. She hid her reaction, instead drawing back to think of her younger days. With her family, usually such a suggestion would be dismissed, waved off or laughed at. Most notably by her pompous, arrogant brother. Over time of course, she had gotten used to it...learned to expect such rejection.

Here in Elysium, the wolves were different. Locking eyes with Cortez as he spoke, bringing the meeting to a close, she nodded once. Conveying that she would set off in search of a suitable resting place for their fallen friends and loved ones. But later. Everyone was still reeling, their emotions were still too raw. Her own as well, though vastly different than the majority experienced by those here. Hers were of rage, the lust for revenge and confusion. She'd sort through them in her own way. Turning away from the congregation, she made for her den where she could think in peace.