He nodded and smiled to her. "Thank you," he said. He'd pulled a few of the feathers off. Not too many just enough to fix to the arrow. Then, he walked over to where she had dug the hole. "Rest in peace, now, brother. You have earned it." He said before slowly and respectfully covering the hawk with the dirt she'd dug out. "No need for a marker of any sort. The earth will remember him."<br/><br/>He smiled as he looked over to her, though it had a softness to it. Then, he walked over to the supplies and began to make the arrows, using his claws on the stones to sharpen the points.