Hushed Willows Follow the Pale Moonlight

When confirmation came on the status of Celera's former pack, Sundance felt himself deflate. He frowned deeply, solemnly, and as the two she-wolves dipped their muzzles in quiet respect for the fallen leaders, the druid did likewise. "What is, is what must be," he murmured softly and sadly, knowing all to well that death was simply another part of living.

The Queen seemed visibly troubled by this sudden, grim news, though Sundance didn't feel it was his place to reach for her - nor could he find it in him to reach for the newcomer as she begun to weep. He stood there, fidgeting awkwardly, wishing bitterly that @Eleuthera could still be there to guide them before lifting his pallid snout in consideration of how to steer this gathering in a lighter direction. 

"We are Seelie Court," the druid announced, blinking up to seek Celara's fine features so he could look upon her with encouragement, "is this where you wish to make your new home?"