Dragoncrest Cliffs come into the jam or look like a landlubber

Despite her feelings, despite everything, she'd thought perhaps Raleska would choose the sound.  And while she was not willing to place the graves in a place where they had not claimed, and while she was not willing to inter her daughter beyond the cliff's reach.... the rise was a beautiful place.

She watched with a hollow stare as they dug, then slowly began the process of helping to lay the bodies to rest.  Here they could take root, away from scavengers or the potential to carry disease to the rest of the pack.  And here Rosalyn could come, perhaps, in the future, when she wished to remember.

This was a distant sentiment right now.  Her mind was still in shock, and her movements mechanical beneath the lacerations the bear had given.  Numbness had overtaken the fury she'd spent and she had only the wherewithall to suggest this place and see the plan to completion.

When it was done, she would not linger except to briefly, painfully, draw Valravn (and whoever else had accompanied them) into an embrace. Then she would leave, unable to remain for long in this place of death.  The beauty of the view was for another day, one where she could even for a moment behold it.