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

Calida still had not met with any other wolves from the glacier - she'd spent nearly all of her time in the medicine den, recovering. Her head was sore and still very much healing; she no longer had blurred vision, but she was sensitive to light and noise, and she was still finding it difficult to concentrate, and on top of that, she was now plagued by daily headaches. 

Calida did leave the den to pay her respects to the recently deceased, though she didn't know them. She didn't feel comfortable speaking, but she hung back, looking at all of the wolves who had gathered. Having had her own close brush with death only recently, Calida shifted uncomfortably. It pained her to know that, unlike those who had passed, Calida had no friends or loved ones that would attend her own funeral. But... there was time to change that.