Fangblade padded up to the podium with Spirit-Brother howling out their mutual grief in Fang’s mind. The dog himself did not do so, he had tired himself out at the duel itself. He kept his head high, but not inappropriately so, and his posture normal. He climbed the three stairs to where Dusk stood and raised himself onto his haunches. He spoke.
“I, too, did not know Mara truly. The only time I ever spent within ten feet of her was trying to heal her during the duel, and during that time she was unconscious and dying. I only know that she did not in any way deserve to die in such a pointless way, and that she was a good person who cared about her brother like no other. She did not deserve her fate, and I wished the Mediator had let me save her.”