‘Ding! Ding!’
The ceremonious bells rang out once again. They brought a sense of somber to the land but also a sense of comfort.
The people of the pack all gathered and started their short journey. They walked in groups of no particular order to the north edge of the territory. Everyone was dressed in black attire to represent their sense of mourning for what they had lost.
Theo was in the middle of the crowd, amongst all of his people. He journeyed beside them as everyone walked; slowly yet strongly. Theo held onto one side of the handmade, wooden raft where his father laid.
Many people surrounded him but only a few helped in his burden. Finn, Cane, and Daniel were at the other three corners, and all four men marched on strongly despite what they were feeling in their hearts.
They carried the raft to the sacred place where the Shadow Pack sent off their dead. Journeying until the sound of rushing water could be heard and the river soon came into sight.
