Duskfire Glacier may you be in heaven a full half hour before the devil knows you're dead

What was there to say? What was there to do but sit away from everyone else and reflect on the time he had with the former alphas. The man wasn't sure what to think, their deaths were so swift and happened at an awful time but since when did death justly arrive? Ryes gaze floated from wolf to wolf, watching as some grieved more than others, understandably so. It made the male wonder, who would show up to his funeral? Or worse, the seemingly inevitable funeral for his family.