Northstar Vale Mitéra

The juniper branch was placed with the others. The gravesite smelled of the tree.

Arsenio eyed it, trying not to imagine his daughters buried there. Grief washed over him before he forced himself to turn and search for the orange-eyed woman.

Nose to the earth, he sniffed Towhee out. She was near and his walk did not take long. The woman looked like she had been left in a miserable state. He wished that he had brought her something to eat, in that moment. If she expected young ones, it would be important that she keep her strength. Arsenio could not imagine that she would have much of an appetite.

Towhee, his voice called out to her. May I visit?