Blacktail Deer Plateau ghost.exe

Raleska's jaws shut, the last of their keening howl edging off into the unknown. She glanced back to Harps, nodding -- the cliff would serve as a good place as any to bury her, not that she knew Harps' presence.

How many times now had she buried a packmate? Her stomach bucked and lurched as she reached down to grab Harps' scruff, doing so gently out of habit.. Not that it mattered, she thought bitterly -- not that she would ever feel the sting of teeth again.