It was a long night. Everyone was tired, but no one wanted to fall asleep for fear the wolves might come back. Lea was numb with shock, her best friend was dead. They buried her at dawn. Lea knew her friend was gone, but she couldn't help but look for Gypsi. When the herd was rested, they moved on. Away from Gypsi's final resting place. But not before Lea left some of Gypsi's favorite wild flowers on the fresh dirt above her body. "Oh Gypsi, you didn't have to do it. You could still be here with me. We would be running with the herd, drinking from the water hole. Living. We could have been living together." Feather walked up beside her fola. Lea heard her and she turned to look at her mother. " Oh mom, did she have to die?" Lea asked Feather. " My little foal, she did what she thought was best. She will live on in your heart." Lea couldn't hold it in any longer. "Gypsi!" she wailed. Lea finally broke down and cried, her friend was gone. She was all alone in the herd. When lea stopped crying, she had made up her mind. She would live for Gypsi, the wolves would pay for this.