Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

Ah, there it was. That pulling, pushing, masculine energy. She gently grasped the birds wing, pulling a feather free and tucking it into the fur between her shoulders while murmuring a quiet prayer. She would carry the Kraar's spirit with her as long as he allowed, his departure symbolized by the feather slipping off. 
She spoke, not even casting a glance at him as she dug into the rich earth. 
"Spirit lead me here. Spirit is showing me the sacred spaces. Spirit will have me suffer trials before the next full moon. And Spirit will help me shape a pack, and decide the one to lead it, if not myself. And none of those things will happen if I betray Spirit by allowing myself to be ruled by a male."  She explains as if talking to a child. 
Gently she laid the lifeless bird in his final resting place. She did not cover him- a being of the skies should never lay beneath the earth. 
"The offer I'm sure, was meant well. And in a year's time, when my destiny is manifested, I will find your pack. Perhaps even exchange pups- a male to your pack, a female to ours."