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The funeral night, the moon sat in the sky, though not as full as the previous nights, it was half shaped and it's curves were perfect, but still it shone it's light beautifully and generously, giving light to the environment.

The death of the Alpha king had struck a blow through the hearts of the occupants of the blue moon pack, causing a mourning that wouldn't seem to end even at the venue of the funeral.

They stood at the bank of the ocean, where the waters moved with an energy beyond imagination. It felt as though even nature itself had felt the demise which had befallen the blue moon pack as the winds followed it's movement, moving roughly but created a warmth sensation on the skins of the people present.

They each had fire torches held up high in their hands, kindled on some sticks which were gotten from tree branches, of which it's top was wrapped with pieces of clothes, dipped in oil and set on fire.

Despite the harsh movement of the winds, the fire didn't seem to quench, just