Neverwinter Forest Between the sky and the sea / Blue as can be

Last for me.

A silence, a moment for their brethern which had fallen so recently. Kyr's head falls between her forelegs, silken black ears back. She said nothing for the moment, for the mention of their packmate's death left the air heavy, as it well should. Mal being the one to say it seemed fitting, since he knew the wolf far better then either she or her sister. Get yourself settled in. You must be worn. She spoke to her returned packmate. She says happy for his return, yes, for many had left and not many came back. Still, glee in front of a mourning wolf was unbecoming. So she turns, passing Mal a sad look and frown before moving back into the forest.