Fear? Surely not, but being lost and the scent of blood heavy in the air...her mind went to the worst outcomes. Wincing, she choked back the sound, heavily pressing into her throat. Scents she did not know and one she had grown intimately acquainted with. Ezra? Her chest tightened, her paws moved before she could think. The dark woman had known loss, but she cursed the idea. Her breathing was ragged, uneven; it felt as though the air had been drawn from her lungs. No cry could be found on her lips; only her eyes would give away her silent curses and hidden pleas. Her family's words are forsaken this time. Her teeth gnashed as anguish rolled over her in waves of denial, cursing fate, and bargaining with it all the same.

It felt like an eternity tracing the scent, the overwhelming scent of blood now churning her stomach. The back of the familiar male was the first thing she saw. Ezra? Her words came out like a prayer, half-whisper, half-broken. She doesn't approach a weight settling into her bones as she takes in the scene. Her eyes rest on the silver and gold-hued creature on the ground, and her head drops slightly. She didn't know this wolf, but it seemed as though Ezra had. Everything in her screamed to reach out to see if it was real or an illusion. The dark woman couldn't bear to invade this space this time. She couldn't know the weight that this loss carried, but she settled reverently in the background. If it was he, then her presence was announced in his name alone.

Pale opalescent eyes lingered for a moment longer before she focused more intently on their surroundings. Uncertain what to do, she would stand in a silent, protective vigil. May you walk in the Field of Reeds. She muttered the blessings of her family's sake softly and mostly to herself, to fate, to whoever could hear the muffled whispers of reverence. She could only hope that whatever god the fallen male served would receive him well and bring the soul peace. Despite her attempts at being mindful of their surroundings, her eyes continued to find themselves focusing on that oh so familiar frame, anxiously waiting in a careful silence and conflicting emotions.

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