Pushing the elder's body onto Peregrine's back was not the hardest part. It was seeing his motionless body coiled up in the ditch the Alpha had dug for him. Though the muscles of his face were relaxed and he seemed tranquil as his last breath esxited his body, Amelie still worried for the man. Having to lay beneath the dirt for the rest of eternity.
Soon after Peregrine arranged his limbs and poised him for his eternal slumber, wet rivers of salty tears began to stream down her face, soaking her cheeks with liquid sadness. She looked at him and smiled weakly, thinking that what he would want the most is to see them rejoice rather than suffer.
After Perry stepped back and settled next to her mother, Amelie crouched down and craned her neck so that her head hung close to his. "I'll come visit you grandpa, I promise she breathed while a single tear rolled down the bridge of her nose and into the man's grave.
