C49 The Funeral Ceremony

Issahil

It was almost like the dense forest was alive, with the whispers of the wind rustling through the trees of the deep forest, and with the light from the crescent moon peeking out the sky, cast upon it.

We were all gathered, the entire pack, to send off Lucas Eliason, the pack member we had lost.

All of us were cladded in a uniform ceremonial garb and were standing in straight lines