"I wish I could say something to make you feel better…" a female voice came from his other side. Courtney joined them without a sound. She watched the grave being prepared just the same. "My father recently died, too. I can imagine what you're going through…"
"Thanks, Courtney…" Claude sniffled and cleared his nose with that handkerchief he had been holding. "At least, Len wouldn't have to endure pain and hunger…"
"The other packs will come to pay respects later. I'll cover for you if you need it." Courtney sighed and rubbed her arms. "This is too ruthless…"
Claude nodded and looked up at the moon. "Uhm… can you tell Mr Howie about our plans for tonight? I still need to see whether we can help the infected. I promised Len I would fix them, so… at least let me win one…"
