" a worker 'til the day she died, " remarked Hawk in a soft tone. There was an underlying scratchiness to it, almost as if he were holding back genuine tears.
He nuzzled her thick neck fur one last time, his expression seeming to shatter at the stiff coldness that radiated from her pelt. You seemed to notice the packmembers seemed just as hurt, each slowly padding up to pay their respects. You expected nothing less of such a tight knit community.
You padded close as well, brushing your fur against the side of Mud's former scouting teammate, Shimmering Scales of Fish. He appreciated the company, casting aside his doubts of your loyalty and accepting the comfort whilst whining out in grief.
"She will be missed." Hawk's strained voice spoke once more, most wolves looked up to him blearily. "As a scout, a teammate, a friend, and one of the most loyal pack members known. Her claw marks will be recorded on the cave's wall shortly."
