For Rainsinger . . .

[Falling Rock/Lei Feng]

A deep, mournful howl echoed over the caern, calling any who would honor the fallen.

Harvests the Tainted Prey towered over the shrine in Crinos form, laying his clawed hand on the funeral plate that Layla had crafted. He looked to the urn that contained Rainsinger's ashes, then to the gathered Garou.

"We gather to honor Rainsinger, Lupus born, Adren, Galliard of the Fianna."

He visibly sighed, his hulking shoulders slumping.

"Rainsinger was my friend, my brother. We hunted together, fought together, shared the drinks of celebration and those of mourning. He was a warrior of Gaia, showing no surrender in battle."

He lifted a bottle of whiskey, drinking a long pull and pouring the rest on the funeral plate.

"Your fight is over now, Rainsinger. Rest easy in Gaia's embrace . . ."

[Athena Fire-in-Snow]

Athena adds her voice to the howl, high and mournful. She listens intently to Harvest's words, her eyes intent on his face.

After it appears that Harvest has fallen silent, Athena speaks, carefully, as though she has taken great time and care to choose her words.

"Let all who remember Rainsinger honor him for his loyalty, his friendship and his courage. He took punishment for a burden not rightly his to bear, and he bore it bravely and without complaint. He fell proving his loyalty and his courage. Let his death blood wash clean any taint of dishonor, and may his memory and his life serve to strengthen us all."

[AST Tai]

Layla approached with a whiskey flask in hand, She had used the last of her death dust to make sure he passed on properly. A talon she had paid a heavy price for, heavier still now that the list of death around her was growing. She held up the silver knife that had been used to carve the ugly glyph on his chest, it had then been used by her hand to burn the glyph (and hair surrounding it...) back off after he had fallen.

"My longest and probably most loyal friend and packmate, Rainsinger. Today and every day since your passing I drink to you. Things are moving here in the sept and not in the best of ways. Roy "Stoke the Fires" came to visit, he knows of your passing, however I will be traveling there to also inform the man who gave you this knife, and to return it. I wish this hadn't happened, however since when has wishing gotten an Ahroun very far?" Takes a sip, sighs. "I'll send others on ahead to your home sept to let your family know. Be at peace, chasing squirrels." She poured some whiskey on the plate and left, there was much to be discussed and time was essential.