Silvertip Mountain ghosts in the middle air

The rib of the long-gone personification of their God felt light in her jaws, and Vesta made silent note of this. 
Perhaps she just had strong jaws, but truthfully, she expected such a large creature's bones to be heavier. 

In silence, still. By choice and not, Vesta allowed her gaze to travel as well as she and Merrick made for their hallowed ground to bury the bones. If he asked, she'd definitely try to move the entire skeleton. 

Loyalty - such was her way.