Bernie nods. "Tomorrow," she repeats, agreeing, and looks from the sheet down to the backpack in her lap. She nods again, looking over to Kaz, now. "Yeah. I'll come with."

From afar, to the room, Nevada ducks out. Keys have been left in the car, at the farmhouse. :)

Kaz's gaze drifts to nothing in particular again. "Good. 'Cause, um, I don' really wanna be copin' alone, here."

Three-Blades pads towards the burial area slowly, finding the scent on the wind to be less than pleasant. Her body shows signs that she ran most of the way, as she breaks through the brush and stops at the sight and smell of the others. An ear flicks to the covered body.

Bernie is sitting crosslegged on the ground beside Kaz, Rotem's backpack held loosely in her lap. She shifts over closer to her packmate, unwinding one arm from the bag to give her half a hug, instead, and glances up as she catches Three-Blades' movement from the corner of her eye. "Yi," she greets the wolf, quietly.

Kez is still crouched, but leans against Bernie as Bernie ropes her into a hug; at Bernie's greeting, she looks up. Quietly, she says, "Hey."

Three-Blades dips her head to the two, surprisingly unmourning as of yet. It's hard to mask feelings in lupus though, and her approach to the body with head low and slow pace is telling enough. How did you find him?

Bernie sighs, and pushes a curl back behind her ear. "It wasn't hard; he wasn't hiding," she replies softly, "he was just there..."

The metis swallows. "An' the gun was there. Still is. We found him -- We found him after he did it."

Three-Blades' ears tilt back into the fur. I smelled fear.. and another. He wasn't alone. Her nose twitches as she sniffs the body under the cloth. Still, he could have done it. Her lips peel back. It shouldn't have been this way.

Kaz slowly starts to stare at Yi. "/Who/?"

Bernie blinks, and stares at Yi as well. She's sitting crosslegged beside a crouched Kaz, with one arm around her in a half hug, and the other looksely around Rotem's backpack, which is in her lap. In front of them is, one assumes, a body, covered by a sheet.

Three-Blades tilts her ears again. Certain lords of the shadows. She glances over at Bernie and Kaz. I won't assume anything, but his scent was around too. What about the ~gun~?

Kaz stumbles slightly on her words. "I didn't fuckin' -- Check." She waves a hand Citywards. "It's still there." Gently, she takes Bernie's arm off her back, and then shoots to her feet, pacing. "But -- Jarred's been around a lot, lately. Ain't he?"

A small, sandy wolf slips out from the forest, her eyes distant and wide, her ears turned forward. A scent, she's following, down to the clearing where she stops, a foreleg raised to look down into the clearing at-- Her ears turn down, flat, her tail lowers, and she slinks down into the clearing. Wide gold eyes glance to the sheet, the body beneath.

After Anneka walks in, for a few minutes, the entrance is realtively empty. And then Adam appears. Not by magic, as that's not his Auspice, but by simple walking. He tilts his head to the side, regarding the Gnawers, making notes that he has met all of them at one point or another.

Bernie returns the arm to loosely rest around the backpack, like the other, and her brow furrows as she considers this. "Well. Could you tell... like... how recent the smells were, Yi? I mean, 'cause you musta smelled me an' Kaz an' Nevada, too, but we were later..." Apparently this thought has distracted her back somewhat closer to her normal self, as letters and syllables start disappearing again.

Three-Blades tilts her head towards Kaz, wondering what she is thinking before chuffing to Bernie. The scent was fresh. But that doesn't mean anything... her ear tilts towards Anneka and Adam, followed by her gaze. She chuffs a couple greetings.

Adam is standing at the entrance, and bows his head respectflly to the others. "Good evening," he says, quietly, as if the solemnness of the place infects him on contact. He lifts his head, and unconsciously brushes his hair from his eyes again.

Kaz shoots a rather wry almost smile at Anneka. "Hey, kid." Then she gives Adam a surprisingly polite nod. "Yo."

Alicia heads into the burial mounds after catching news from Nevada, a faint sigh brushing across her lips. She has, in her hand a candy bar that she dug out from the farmhouse. Stepping up in stride next to Adam, one hand brushes along his shoulder.

Rides-the-Wave hunkers down, tail low. Yellow eyes, suddenly tired, draw up to Kaz. The scent of the body she knows, but why-- not yet. The cub is quiet, still, shadow to counter sandy fur.

Adam looks over as his cub comes out of nowhere, and he gives ehr a quiet smile. "Is something wrong," he asks, the the group as a whole.

Kaz explains to Adam, "We, well. Rotem went'n killed himself. Well. We assume." She shoots a look at Yi. "So far. Anyway, so I dunno if Elan'll do a Gatherin' for him, but if he will, well, we wanted t'bring him over here. See."

Three-Blades gives her fur a shake. She clearly doesn't approve of any suicide, and the body under the sheet just reminds her further of a different ahroun. Her ears tilt back to hide themselves in her fur. But she offers Alicia a short chuff to greet her too.

Adam chews on his lip. "I...am sorry, Kaz," he says, and looks a little embarassed, besides being wildly outnumbered. "Your loss is great, especially if it was by his own hand. But...I cannot say whether Elan will do a Gathering, as that is a tribal matter. But, he cannot be buried in this place."

Rides-the-Wave glances over towards the body, then closes her eyes tightly. She remains where she is, not far from Three-Blades.

Alicia sighs heavily again and steps past Adam after giving him a brief hug around the waist. Approaching the body, she kneels down and plops the candybar down next to him, muttering a soft prayer under her breath. With that out of the way, regardless of Adam's decision, this is how she grieves.

Bernie sighs, and her arms tighten a little closer to the backpack in her lap. She pushes a curl back from her face again, and then sits up a little straighter, glancing over toward Adam.

Kaz turns so she's facing Adam more than Anneka, and just regards him quietly. "Whyzat?"

Adam takes a breath. He's not angry, but there is a sadness that permeates his words. "For long before I came here, this place was a site to bury those in the Sept who have died fighting the Wyrm. It may sound cold..." He shakes his head. "No, it does sound that way, but this is a different case."

Three-Blades suddenly growls lowly, rising up to her paws and stalking off a short distance towards the brushes edge. The situation is just making her uncomfortable, the full moon adding to discomfort, but the newmoon stays. He died in the ways that fullmoons die when they have dishonored their tribes. Here is to revere the dead for their past glories against the Wyrm, not for mourning cubs who couldn't take it anymore. For the Garou who was defending this cub's right to live so fervently just nights before, she sounds awfully cold and bitter.

Kaz asks Adam, entirely serious, "Is JJ Malone buried here?"

Rides-the-Wave tenses, shying away from the spot where Three-Blades stood, then stands as well, eyes wide and watching Adam. Her ears are turned back still-- she didn't hear this right.

Adam thinks on that. "The GlassWalker," he asks. "I believe he is," he relates, "After suffering injuries on an Umbral quest with Ouroboros. A Rite of the Winter wolf." He asks. "Is this the cub Elan has mentioned he would cull?"

Alicia glances over to them after she finishes with her soft words. Standing, she makes her way over to Bernie and wraps her arms around her best friend's shoulders.

Kaz says, "This, yes, is the cub we were gonna stick in the sewers so he could go out fightin' like he ought to." Her smile is nothing resembling amused. "Apparently, he couldn't wait. And he sure the fuck didn't do it under no Rite." She sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Jeezis Christ."

Bernie leans back a bit against Alicia, still silent. She's not crying, and she doesn't look as though she has been, but she does look partially shut down.

Adam sighs quietly. "You see where I am coming from, right?"

Kaz takes her hand off her nose. Just as quietly, she says, "I do. It just hadn't... occurred to me. You're not bein' an ass, y'jus' doin' th' right shit, is all. Don' worry none, hey?"

Three-Blades paces along the edge of the brush as Kaz was doing earlier. Her growls are kept low, just voicing her complete disapproval of this death. A tail lash here, an ear flicker there, Yi's mind turns it over again and again. This just isn't the way it was supposed to be, but...

Alicia runs a hand through Bernie's hair as she supports her, sighing softly. Leaning forward, she nuzzles her cheek against her friend's, tightening her hug.

The sandy wolf glances towards the body, ears flat and chin lowered, then slips low along the grass to hunker down on her haunches near Bernie and Alicia. Kaz catches her attention, though, and she looks to her.

Adam gives Kaz a grim smile. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be Adam, I am apt to believe. Again, my condolences."

Kaz sighs. Any other time, she'd poke at that first statement. But all she says is, "Yeah. Thanks. We'll bury 'im somewhere that ain't here, t'morrow."

Adam nods solemnly. "Understood," he says, and starts to back away.

Three-Blades finally sits down, wolven eyes glaring at the body for a few more moments with ears tilted into her fur. As her eyes raise to look at the others though, they soften a bit.

Kaz's attention drifts, slowly, to Anneka.

Bernie nods once, slightly, and shifts a bit, as if considering moving. Maybe standing. Something along those lines.

The cub's ears are flat against her head, her tail low and curled along her haunches. Her eyes dart once to the body, then back to Kaz and down to follow her lowered muzzle. Just a glimpse of those eyes, the veiled emotion behind them. No words.

Alicia squeezes Bernie once more and stands up, letting her go. Perhaps its best she leaves them be, this is a...tribal thing..

Kaz gives the cub a long look, then just nods slightly. She heaves a sigh and then sits down, crosslegged, chin in her hands, about equidistant between Bernie and Anneka.

Bernie glances up to Alicia as the cub stands, and gives her a small, weak smile. "I'll come visit soon, yeah?" she says quietly.

Alicia nods her head and leans over, planting a soft kiss to Bernie's cheek, softly whispering. "Yah, do that... um... compound.. please. Luna be with you." With that, she turns and heads out after Adam.

Anneka's form blurs along its edges, then more as her limbs stretch out, fur fading for skin and clothes. It's odd, perhaps, that in changing her countenance remains the same, her eyes veiled as she looks to the body, to the sheet covering it in folds, looks hard in the way that suggests she's making herself do it, her jaw clenching under pale skin. Then she looks away, to the forest where Adam stepped into it. The veil about her eyes parts then, a little, and she slouches, just brushing Kaz, looking over to her.

Kaz reaches up a hand to encircle Anneka's lower back, entirely silent.

Bernie just stays where she is, watching the sheet. "Is there," she begins quietly, after a bit, "...Is there something you're traditionally supposed to do with someone's Stuff?" 'After they die' goes unspoken.

Kaz shrugs, just slightly. "Sometimes, I've buried it with folks. Sometimes, I ain't. It's kinda depended on, well, how me'n the folks that knew 'em felt about it."

Anneka has slowly, very slowly, leaned more towards Kaz. An inch, perhaps, though she's still curled up, drawn inward, her eyes still pools. She's turned her head slightly, towards the others, listening.

Three-Blades stays in the more feral form, but a soft whine does escape her. She gets back up, and trots over to the other Gnawers to be among the smallish circle of her tribemates. Where are we going to bury him?

Bernie nods, still holding the bag, and considers. "...do we have any options?" she asks.

Kaz, as Anneka inches closer, tightens her grip subtly. It's a slow sort of encouragement, but it's there. "I was figurin', well, woods. 'Cause, y'know. Don't know any places in th' city that wouldn't, y'know. Ask questions and shit."

Three-Blades' ears tilt back up. What about burning the body? She glances around at the others, a little unsure of her suggestion.

Anneka draws a pale hand up to brush her tangled hair from her eyes, then pulls herself a little closer to the small circle. "Burn," she says, her voice whisper-faint. There's a subtle nod, her chin lowering.

Bernie's brow furrows at that suggestion. "...I don't know. I'd rather we went with burial. But. At least do we do a gathering anyway?"

Kaz says, "/If/ Elan'll freakin' do one. I can't promise nothin'. It just... seemed right. But I'd rather go with burial. Fuck, I mean, I'll do th' work, ain't no big thing."

Three-Blades glances over at Kaz. One and one. What would he want? The wolf's eyes peer down at the covered corpse. I only suggest it so we could keep his memory in the Scab. Maybe spread the ashes in the ~park~ grass, or somewhere. But the woods is good. The woods would be closer to Gaia. She stands up slowly and backs off. It is up to the Big Dog. She turns, and paces off to a side. Then she slips off into the brush, silent like the still wind.

Anneka hunkers down a bit, drawing closer to Kaz, then whispers. "I can-- help. To bury him, to--" She closes her eyes tight for a moment, then looks to Kaz.

Bernie runs a hand through her curls, and stands, stretching out. She crosses her arms through the straps of the bag, and paces a bit. "Me too," she adds quietly, "...obviously."