Silver Creek hermae

The Umbra did not miss much; his look of surprise was no exception. 

She did not acknowledge it, however. There was no reason to--they were all weighed down by enough burden and scrutiny from those who no longer grace this plane of existence.

May the King and Queen rest peacefully in the Shadows upon the Raven's wing.

Her ears twitched at his words. It was indeed quiet, mostly untouched, not a soul around to undo what must be done here. Before their arrival, she had left them to scout ahead, only stopping short of the clearing to allow their steps to grace this place. The woods that bordered the creek-split glade were silent, waiting, as if holding its breath in preparation for what may transpire here.

"Yes, I do think you're correct. There were no scents of others, nothing that lingered. A good place to replace what has been lost."