Funeral pyre
*Freesia* The air is thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burning wood as I stand beside Raze, watching the flames dance and consume the bodies of our fallen warrior. Each flicker of fire carries away the spirits of those who fought valiantly, their sacrifices etched into the very fabric of our pack. It’s a bittersweet moment… a reminder of the cost of our battle, but also a testament to the strength of our community. Just one warrior lost, I remind myself, but it does little to ease the weight in my chest… the other pyres are for the things that attacked us Raze stands beside me, his jaw set, eyes focused on the pyres. I can feel the tension radiating from him, a palpable grief mingled with relief. “I can’t believe it’s come to this,” he mutters, his voice low and strained. “Fighting
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