Broken Antler Fen may you find solace in the gentle arms of sleep, despite the wolves outside your door

Maia was out of earshot but when a call like that went up, Bridget was absolutely going to come running.

She came into view slightly winded, just at the tail end of Teya's statement. She was not a Raven but she'd recognized the note of pained shock in Ibis' cry and expected the worst. She wasn't wrong, apparently.

Bridget approached silently, easier now. It was immediately apparent that there was nothing she could do here, outside of perhaps providing an answer to what had happened. It was a little outside of her expertise right now but she could, at the very least, eliminate what did not happen.

She spent a moment studying him, taking in the scents, the way he lay. No wounds, clearly. But of more interest to her... no obvious sickness. No contagion. There was a hint of relief behind the business in her tone. She really wasn't prepared or ready to deal with an illness like that in any pack.

She hesitated to say it was his time because he didn't look that old, even now. But few went this peacefully before. Maybe his time had just been shorter than most. Do you have rites, here? The faeries had held their own death customs, and she looked to Ibis, ready to help however was needed.