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Message: <blockquote data-quote="spidertrag" data-source="post: 2412399" data-attributes="member: 7058">Graf inched forward carefully, so as to not disturb his friend. Gingerly, he lifted his Nightshade’s hand, placing a small bone carving of a horned wolf within his frail grasp. “To run with you in the next life…” was all Graf could manage to say as a well of emotion burst within him. Graf felt it was unfair that the good must die & that his pack was now losing its leader. True, Nightshade would tell him, as he often did, that death is just part of the natural world; but those thoughts did not comfort him. Now only Devon would be his pack mate. How the deer would laugh…a small smile briefly accompanied that thought…</blockquote>