The broken temple felt like a ruin. As winter breathed it's chill down into the desert the runt spotted the leader in a moment of silence. No one dared break the silence, and worst of all the spiritcaller. The pittian stepped closer towards the temple, watching gale and Kold quietly set up and light candles. Candles of remembrance- it was a tradition she hadn't seen before, but she wasn't one to snuff other's about it. Just that she had no one to truly talk to on the other side. She had no one she wanted to remember, truly.

Virgil could admire the candles- the fire though. She settled herself next to an unlit candle along the steps. Daring not step up too high into the broken thing. Instead of lighting the candle she took to watch the pair in theirs. Everyone here was here for a reason- a reason person to remember maybe- a person to mourn.

She wondered what it was like to mourn something. Sickly eyes intense switching from fox to wolf- and finally towards the small flickers of flame.

Saintkit had not yet experienced Christmas, nor the happy occasions that usually came along with the season. The three month old kit simply wasn't old enough to have gone through a Christmas with his family before the death of his parents, but he could remember them speaking about it. He could remember his mother and father speaking in hushed whispers, light smiles on their muzzles as they talked about what they would get him as gifts. He hadn't truly understood what the holiday was about just yet, but he had figured that there was plenty of time for explanations later, when they weren't moving from place to place. Of course, the boy had never gotten that chance for explanations. Nor had he gotten any of the gifts that his parents had been so eager to bestow upon him, their mutterings now mere grains of sand in the whirlwind that was his mind. He wished that he could think more clearly, but ever since he had joined The Pitt... it had been difficult for him to adjust, to say the least.

Feather-light steps brought the new Pittian towards the "throne" that a trio had already gathered around, but his focus was only on one of them – Gael. The vulpine was the only one of those currently present that Saint actually knew, and the kit didn't particularly want to go trotting up to strangers at the moment. Both Aine and Gael had reassured him that he was a member of The Pitt now, and the assortment of others within the territory could be considered friends, but Saint still wasn't so sure. So, taking in a deep breath to steel himself, the boy managed to clumsily find his way up the steps, slipping over the destruction that had only recently been wrought on the structure. Eventually, once he was close enough to smell the faint burn of the flickering candles that Gael had lit, Saintkit spoke up, his voice soft as he questioned, "Gael...? What are the candles for?" His question was simple, and he hoped dearly that it wouldn't be seen as disrespectful. Rather, he was just curious about what was going on.