Fendros returned Ra'kalesh's nod with a solemn frown and brought his hand up to his shoulder to hold Ra'kalesh's. His loss was worse than most. With that, Fendros let go and turned around to wait for Ahnasha and the others. Rhazii stood beside him, holding his hand and watching on, silently chewing on the end of his tail.

Janius carried Newt in one arm during the memorial. He was too young to know what was going really going on. Janius and Kaleeth approached the shrine at the same time, and Janius offered Kaleeth a comforting rub on the shoulder. He himself looked down sadly at the shrine all the same. He had nothing profound to say this time. He felt something simple would be just appropriate enough. "Good hunting, friends."

When Ahnasha finished her words, Fendros waited for her with open arms. While he wasn't exactly aware of Ahnasha's reservations with her apology, to see her speak as she did made him thankful as well as sad for her. Out of the way of the shrine, he hugged her tightly and held his own eyes shut against the tears that were forming.

Sabine was alongside Peiter with his pack. She wanted to be beside him when he said goodbye to his packmate. But first, Gallus was ahead of them all.

Uthri had made sure that Gallus would be at the memorial and she had made sure that he was in the queue. She was sick of his avoidance and so he begrudgingly agreed. Gallus had been blank, if stern throughout up until this point. His crossed arms and tense jaw spoke of not wanting to be there. Still, he stepped forward to the shrine, took a breath, and unfolded his arms.

"I...wish I could say more, Irenya," Gallus began, almost bored sounding. A pause showed a sign of change shortly after. He stopped to swallow hard. "Your absence has left our pack much lesser than before. I found you under circumstances that I didn't expect, brought you into our family, and made you a fine lycan as well as close kin. You were...not the warmest of us, but within yourself, you had a deep well of kindness. I brought us all out here to make us better, and you, of all people..." Gallus choked on his last word and brought his thumb and fingers to his eyes. He took a shaky breath in. "Made the most...extraordinary strides." Gallus sniffed, failing to keep tears from falling from his cheeks. His next words shuddered with his weeping and he dropped to one knee. "I never told you how proud I was to be your alpha! With all the mistakes I have made, no less..."

This uncharacteristic behaviour for Gallus left everyone who knew him speechless. There were seldom times that he wept and spoke this passionately and directly about anything. Though, with the way his entire body physically shuddered and the way his tears were pouring forth, it was clear to see where it was coming from. These weeks that he had stayed strong and secluded, the tension he had held, the mourning he had avoided, and -- not least -- the crushing guilt he felt; all of it was being released here and now. Gallus' demeanour was almost alien in its pitiful contrast.

Gallus continued to weep for another half a minute before Uthri stepped up and placed a hand on his back. She had tears going down her face, but she had been grieving for a while now. Without words, Uthri gave a nod to the shrine, took Gallus' arm, and gently led him away. They found a seat each where Uthri embraced Gallus and he wept into her shoulder. Uthri rocked him back and forth and gave him gentle pats, but he had a lot of grieving to catch up on.

Tzirret was behind Peiter and Sabine. He opted to wait his turn, but even he was brought to tears early in empathy with Gallus.