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Winter 
Day Weather: Memorial Garden
In a peaceful clearing in the forest lay the great wolves you've known.
Ricochet The pack gathered in a great mass to lie your body down in the garden. They comfort your young, grieving daughter who cries that you left her too soon. Even though they only knew you in your old age, Alu and Jethro shed tears for you as well; they wish you the best of luck on your final journey home, honored to have been my your side during your revolutionary life. "May you find peace with your brother, dear alpha." Leken lifts her head and together, they howl in your honor. | Bash Another gathering of a lost friend stands before you. Nole is barely holding himself together but stone cold Jera comforts him to keep him strong. Even she cries for you. You and Nole were two young brutes looking for a life together as any bestfriends dream of but instead, you found a female in need and joined her. Now, Ricochet will have the turn to welcome you to join she and Leken in the Star Pack. Where forever you will run with your pack; your family. Forever. | Leken The sky rumbles and turns a dark grey as Nole and Jethro lay you to rest with a thick layer of tears staining their old roughed fur. Not many understood your bizarre talents or priority in this world but they all understood your love and loyalty to your pack; your true family. "May you be reunited with Rickochet who was a mother to you as she is to me." Kamanchee bows her head and smiles, remembering the last words you spoke to her. You welcomed your death without fear. |
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