The night that followed was uneventful for the packs. The combination of travel and vicarious grief from the families and prides of the soldiers that did not return had caused everyone to be tired out. The memorial would be soon, and that would be enough for most to pour out the rest of their grief and say farewell. For many others, the pain would not subside for a while.

The morning came around with the same routine as always. The structure of life in the Orcrest clan was something of a stable foundation for those traumatised and grieving to lean upon. Things went smoothly, even with somewhat less tension than before. However, it was still quieter than usual and there were still fewer smiles.

Ma'tanza awoke to the comparatively odd occurrence of Tzirret not having breakfast with her. He had been doing so more often since after the attack to the point where there was barely a morning that he dined with his own pack. Discussions with him had previously revealed how unstable it was in his pack during that time, but that made this sudden change strange. When she proceeded to her first habit after breakfast, whether that had been a duty, some kind of grooming routine, or something else, she found a scroll of parchment rolled up and tied with twine. It had [i]Ma'tanza[/i] written across its outside corner, in Cyrodilic.