"Will not harm pale lady." She responded, unable to keep the slight lilt off of her words. She is only half-a-year into her life, hardly a threat to those who have survived years compared to her mere months. Still, it's a pleasant feeling, to take someone off guard and have that kind of power, if only temporary. Her attention slipped back to the wolf-girl when she directed that she would find the bones, and they would pile them up. Verro's head nodded in agreement and she settled to walking after the wolf when she began to hunt for her quarry. Kisamoa being dubbed Barnacle Bill earned a snorted laugh from the Sand Princess.
Soon, bones are found and she's directed to take them. With all the reverance one can muster for the dead, the dun painted filly began to gently gather them into a neat pile using her hooves and wings. "Wonder why they were not buried." She muttered to herself, a frown marking her face. Helovian's appeared to have great respect for the dead, or at least in the Throat they did. Hadn't they tended to her father when he stopped burning? They had made sure that he was paid proper respects. What had happened to these bones?
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