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He blinked. Aphrodite's ways were... strange. The suggestion of decorating and leaving Salvatore's body out in the open for days unsettled him, and he felt the prickle of skin behind his neck.

Still, Artyom didn't wish to insult his packmate, so he frowned deeply down at the one who'd fallen. He'd wanted to strengthen that bond he felt with Sal, but in reality he had been a private creature; what would he want done with his remains? The pale Alpha shook his head. "I'm sorry," he murmured, looked toward the she-wolf with a sympathetic gaze, "I'd rather he be buried sooner rather than later."

He exhaled softly. It was all too much for him, far too extreme; he could respect Aphrodite's way, but could not make her customs his own.