Blackfeather Woods like a Kennedy

They wandered for a while, with Eldritch occasionally calling out for her lost friend. Lane remained silent, knowing that if Eldritch's friend didn't respond to her, it was incredibly unlikely that Lane's call --that of a stranger-- would meet with success.

Lane's eyes drifted across the burnt trunks of the Woods, searching for any piece of the territory that was even recognizable. She'd been in once before after all, about a hundred years ago when Rowan and Zephyr still ruled. 

Lane didn't realize when her companion began tearing up. She didn't even realize that Eldritch was falling further and further behind; not until her screeching cry of pain sounded across the wood. 

Lane hurried back to Eldritch's side, fearing that her fellow Duskfire wolf had discovered the worst. She sniffed around the spot where Eldritch had collapsed, drawing a few tight circles around her packmate before she ascertained that there were no lupine remains here. Eldritch had simply worked herself up into an exhausted despair. 

Lane's bedside manner wasn't the greatest, but she did her best. She settled beside Eldritch for the long, painstaking moments that followed, murmuring quietly to her and occasionally nuzzling her grieving companion.