{SE} A place of grief

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah noticed when someone joined him in the field. But when they stayed some distance away and showed no signs of hostility, he ignored them. Remaining where he was for some time,  he let his grief wash over him. But once his vigil was through, he let out a deep sigh. Standing onto legs stiff from having remained seated for so long, Sah looked at the starry sky. This kind of funeral was far from what his kind usually gave but it was the that best he could do given the circumstances. And with it now through, he felt a weight come off of his shoulders. Sah had at least paid his fallen pack the proper dues that they deserved. He was well aware that the grief would never leave him but at least he now felt better prepared to move forward. His kind did not dwell on death, it was not their way. Pulling himself from his thoughts, Sah turned back and his eyes fell onto the stranger. They seemed to be simply watching the sky. He approached out of curiosity but with a healthy dose of wariness. He was grateful however that they seemed to have willingly stayed out of earshot of his vigil. "Good evening." sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie