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*Canus limps back to the Glade from the trail to the logging camp and sits down near the fire by the entrance. Before eating, or resting, or even patching his wounds... he begins pulling some dark colored skins out of a side pouch that he has been saving for just such an occasion. He starts marking the hide with a piece of chalky lime he found in a small cave at the river's edge*
"This will be my suit of mourning for my fallen spirit brothers and sisters." *To Kaelan as he looks back all choked up.*
"Tinto, Murmur, Three-tooth, Maimy, and Windfur... all gone. So many good spirits taken before their time." *He shakes his head and begins to cut out the hide along the lines he drew.*
"That's almost half of the pack from the SouthWest watch!"
*Kaelan stands there somber and stoic as always, listening to Canus empty his soul of pent up remorse and regret...*
"Their eyes were crazed!... All of them!!! Yet stricken with so much fear that I will swear their souls had already left their corporeal forms."
*Canus sighs heavily and has trouble uttering...*
"They knew me not from enemy..... they new me not as brother..... they meant to slay me where I stood. So by the fury of the storm... I.... I ... simply HAD to lay them to rest"
*Canus finishes sewing his mourning garb together and changes into it as it turns to dusk in the Glade. He sets out to where he has lain the bodies of his fallen comrades in the Dale forest and begins to build their funeral pyre*
"This will be my suit of mourning for my fallen spirit brothers and sisters." *To Kaelan as he looks back all choked up.*
"Tinto, Murmur, Three-tooth, Maimy, and Windfur... all gone. So many good spirits taken before their time." *He shakes his head and begins to cut out the hide along the lines he drew.*
"That's almost half of the pack from the SouthWest watch!"
*Kaelan stands there somber and stoic as always, listening to Canus empty his soul of pent up remorse and regret...*
"Their eyes were crazed!... All of them!!! Yet stricken with so much fear that I will swear their souls had already left their corporeal forms."
*Canus sighs heavily and has trouble uttering...*
"They knew me not from enemy..... they new me not as brother..... they meant to slay me where I stood. So by the fury of the storm... I.... I ... simply HAD to lay them to rest"
*Canus finishes sewing his mourning garb together and changes into it as it turns to dusk in the Glade. He sets out to where he has lain the bodies of his fallen comrades in the Dale forest and begins to build their funeral pyre*
