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

Ibis barely answered coherently before she was off and gone. Bridget stared after her, flummoxed, before turning to Wraen. She didn't need to understand what was going on in the Raven's mind right now, though she had a bit of sympathy. Not everyone could look at death.

She didn't enjoy it, but she'd never feared it either. Thankfully Bridget had a few here willing to help her. She'd worried both Teya and Ibis would take off and leave her the duty of burying alone. She'd have done it but it would have been a hell of a job.

We can carry him or you can help me get him on my back. That might be easier. She looked at Teya mainly when she said that because she knew without saying it the younger wolf would be her main help with this. No healer would advise a wolf of Wraen's stature and age to haul a full grown wolf any considerable distance. That sounds perfect. If it was open, it would be well away from any water sources or anywhere disease might spread.

She stepped over and prepared to drop down, unless Teya argued, to help her get the body across her back and shoulders. She'd carried larger wolves than him.