It could have been hours that they sat there, Inali pressed up against his chest, Bane's head draped over her. For the longest time he just stared outwards, out towards the mound of freshly turned dirt that he had piled up, the pile far off in the distance that he had poured over his friend and leader. After all this time, he sighed, deep and heavy with the knowing that he could not stay here with her forever. He had to get back to the pack, had to get back to Minka, to Kova... He hated doing it, but he pulled away, lifting up onto all fours once more. His muzzle reached to his small friend, brushing his nose up along the length of her muzzle to the space between her eyes where he ended in a small lick. He offered no more words, though he knew that she would understand it was time for him to go. After a moment to wait out her reaction, he turns and heads off in a swift trot towards the Stone Crest where he could put the heart-ache of this day behind him.