The crescent moon shone brighter that night, casting it's light all around the woods. It was different. It felt comforting. One might say the moon goddess was present at the funeral to accept the soul of her fallen child. It was peacefully quiet, until Lisa began humming a well known tone and soon, the others joined in. The silent river echoed their tone all around the woods.
Maya poured the rest of her father's ashes into the the burning canoe and watched as they pushed it further into the river. She had promised herself that she would try to be strong and not shed a single tear during the funeral and so far she hadn't. She stood there in front of the other pack members as they all watched the ashes journey into the night after being cleansed by the flames.
She took a deep breath and
