Following in Binti and Ama's wake, Woha'li Galu'nadi moved like a shadow, with a quiet intensity in her eyes. She'd never met her birth mother, but she'd always rather imagined, from the way that Binti and Ama had described her, that Us'kali had had a presence much like the now also-deceased nvwati. She'd never had much reason to speak directly to him, but that didn't mean she hadn't respected the way he'd led the pride, or that she didn't feel that loss quite keenly. It was less personal, on her part, as a result, but no less potent--it was an empty space that would never be filled in quite the same way again.
Taking her own turn at the old nvwati's graveside, Woha'li scooped up a fragrant, damp clump of earth, crumbling the rich soil carefully in her paw before sprinkling it over Tawa'di, as all the others had also done, bowing her head respectfully. "Fly high, and may you find peace in the rest of your journey." she spoke quietly, the words probably unheard by anyone but herself. Raising her head once more, she shifted off to the side, making room for whomever else might want to come forth and pay their respects. Looking to the nvwati's surviving mate, and children, she inclined her head in their direction, but that was all, not wanting to intrude on their private grief. Continuing on, she slipped to the outskirts of the gathering, taking comfort in their presence, but feeling a need to maintain some degree of distance, as well.
