The rest and recovery from the next few days was something that just about everybody needed after the shock of the warband's return. Though Meesei and Gallus' packs had grieved for the fallen, Meesei's healing process was much better served by staying put. The news of Fendros and Ahnasha deciding to marry came with a mix of surprise and congratulations, though Fendros was mildly embarrassed to admit that he could only afford to obtain one golden ring. The other would either not be an issue or would be purchased later. Tzirret, again, spent much of his time with Ma'tanza. Over their last days together, they were particularly intimate. Tzirret even got to practice writing the address of the courier's office in Senchal for when he finally got home. Sabine tried her best to keep Peiter afloat, although she eventually came to the conclusion that there was only so much she could do to help with how fractured the pack was. Again, Gallus was quiet and short with his pack, but after another argument, Uthri made him admit that he will try to sort things out after the memorial.

As for the memorial itself, while the shrine was small, it was symbolic enough of the struggles of the clans present. Meesei and Gallus' packs stood together near Ra'kalesh and Ri'vashi's prides. They were on the same level as everyone else in the crowd.

The old man presiding over the memorial spoke from the heart. The message of unity was warm. However, the foremost thing on everyone's minds when shuffling wordlessly into a clumped and twisted queue before the shrine was one thing. Saying goodbye.

There would be long waits to get to the shrine, but people were willing to wait all day. Those that reached it said some words and laid a candle, or a desert flower, or a personal affect. Some broke down into tears completely, others had already done most of their mourning. Thankfully, there was no anger displayed. This was probably because there was nothing around them to blame it on, apart from Ri'vashi, at a stretch. Even then, respect buffered such a response for now.

Before most people, Fendros came to the front of the queue. He perhaps had fewer words to say than the others, but he knelt to the shrine all the same. "Do'ajee, Ra'jorr, good hunting. You were friends." He bowed his head and closed his eyes. "Irenya, you helped me realise what was left of before. For that, I thank you. It turned out you left something at camp that they were going to throw out but..." Fendros pulled out a small necklace of teeth from a belt pouch and laid it amongst the pile of mementos already placed. "I think it should stay with you. Good hunting."

Fendros would have remained for longer, but he didn't want to hold up other people. The rest of Meesei's pack was behind him, ready to pay their respects, depending on who would step forward. Fendros stood up and exhaled, not quite grieving any more than he had done on the road.