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Memorial Garden
In a peaceful clearing in the forest lay the great wolves you've known.
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| Qaletaqa
With a heavy heart, may you rest in peace, and mark your place in the sky. Qaletaqa, may you live up to your name, and guard the pack from the skies, watching them grow, walking along side them in their times of need. I didn't think you would pass this early. | ||||||
haŋwí
With heavy hearts, one by one the mourning course of howls began. haŋwí left behind three sons, Aditsan, Menewa, and Aranck. And their howls rang through the night louder than the others, they deeply mourned their father's passing. haŋwí looked down at the pack he left behind, then looked forward and saw his past mates, with one last look down at his sons and pack mates he continued on, free of pain. | Aditsan On the same day he and his brother, Menewa, both passed away. Leaving behind their younger brother Aranck. | Menewa On the same day he and his brother, Aditsan, both passed away. Leaving behind their younger brother Aranck. | ||||||
Huyana She had her last howl on Febuary 5th. One of my best howlers. Rest in Peace my beautiful girl | Aranck Brother of Aditsan and Menewa, father to Desert Honey. Old boy, enjoy your well deserved rest. You are now reunited with your brothers and parents. R.I.P |
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