King Elk Forest Till death do us part,

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Along the Boneyard she strode, a place already dedicated for their dead. Though it is new here it is not a new concept of the Deorwine who held one within their old forest home much akin to this. Already her family had began to collect the bones of those fallen, but few yet still, of the elk. No wolves bones, yet Odessa would be left to wonder if it would be she who is first laid to rest at this burial ground. To lay open in the woods, corpse to be picked clean by critters and bones to be bleached in the sun where not covered in moss. 

She ponders her own death a moment longer, the chilling morning air crisp and a reminder of winter to come. She strides on and soon a great oak is before her, its base open and vacant for entrance. The Staghall, she breaths deep and enters and settles to the cool earth within. A praise to her High Elk was in order and prayer for his blessing of the pack's survival.