Neverwinter Forest a little ethereal

Ico was the type to become immersed in the tales he told, and thus he felt it proper that he and Simmik should stop to listen to this final part — out of quiet respect for the two elderly sisters. The white wolves and their daily patrol that had changed forever.

The sisters looked at each other, and they realised it there and then. Between yesterday's patrol and today's... they had at last succumbed to age, and left their mortal lives. On today's patrol they were but ghosts, treading the route they knew so well, seeing the grief and loss in the eyes and actions of their packmates. It seemed that in their simple lives they'd had more of an impact than they could have imagined.

But as the sisters came to terms with what had happened, they decided that a little thing like death wasn't going to prevent them from doing what they'd always done. So they continued their patrol. Every day. They could see the world, but the world couldn't see them. And over time, they experienced the pack healing from their loss. The puppies began to play again, the Beta began to smile again. And one day, as the ghosts glided through the reeds, the healer looked through them and whispered 'Morning, girls.'

And in honour of the sisters, the pack continued their work on the cairn, adding pebble after pebble so it would stand tall and steadfast. Watching silently over the pack as the sisters had always done.