With a heavy heart and the weight of loss pressing down on him, Johan, along with Red, sought out a secluded resting place in the heart of Death River. The foliage above created a natural canopy, filtering the dappled sunlight that managed to pierce through the dense greenery.
Johan carefully laid Wolf to rest in the soft earth, a makeshift grave beneath the towering trees. The ground seemed to absorb the grief-laden atmosphere, and the air carried the somber melody of farewell. A tear traced its way down Johan's cheek as he looked upon the still form of his fallen companion.
"Rest well, Wolf. Your strength and loyalty will be remembered," Johan whispered, a eulogy woven with both sorrow and gratitude.
