The howl rang, echoing through Juliet's ears, her mind filled with the sadness that pervaded every note. The last dying echo bled through the forest, Juliet's skin ran rigid, covered in goosebumps, tears ready in her eyes. She wanted to join in, but feared that if she called to the night with them that she wouldn't be able to stop, that her desire to simply run and be with her love would be too great and she would be consumed by the wolf. She stood, knees weak as she watched the scene, biting her lip until it passed. "I'm so sorry Eryan." She whispered, barely able to speak. A wave of grief hit her, and she looked away from the woman, "We all lost someone, it seems that a curse isn't all we share, we are family in grief and loss as well." Her words soft, they rang through the silence that filled the camp.<br/><br/>She looked over as Jaden walked away from the group. Worried that he had heard too much, or felt too much, she lowered her view from the sky and walked to the creek behind him. She could feel his sorrow as well, different, but still very present. "Please." Juliet spoke as she saw the light glint off the metal. "We've all lost loved ones; Friends, family. Would they really want you to end like that?" Her mind flitted to Romeo, and the wish for death that filled her soul after his demise. "Come back to the camp, I'll cut you're hair, we'll get you some fresh clothes, and some warm water. Everything seems easier after a warm bath." She spoke gently, standing slightly to his side, just over arm's reach away.