Bramblepoint Withering

To be honest, Dwin was not good at grieving or offering condolences, because after the fifth "I am so sorry this happened" the words no longer felt sincere. There lied a man, who had had a decently long (for a wild wolf) and fulfilled life, and besides the fact that he was dead, the even sadder thing was that from now on the memory of him being here in this world would fade. In a sense no one was truly dead as long as they were not forgotten, but in reality, the more time passed, the less detailed description anyone could give you. And in the end your whole life was defined with your name, surname and a line between two four digit numbers. 

Dwin had not intended to follow Ponyboy, because he was half-way through becoming an fully fledged adult and was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. In the sense that, even if she was there to watch him over, he was no longer in the size and weight category that would make it easy for anyone to grab him and bring him home. She just happened to be outside the territory herself, because just like it was for the boy funerals for extended periods of time were not her thing. Yet, sensing his frustration and watching him charge through the thicket like a bison on fermented fruit, she had decided to keep an eye on him. The beast had still not been found and to her knowledge it had attacked another wolf recently. 

Therefore she stayed and quietly observed the boy deal with his grief.