Valan nodded at the girl's words. Though he had not met many wilders before, it was well known that dealing with their tribes and clans was preferable to dealing with more civilized human settlements. It was that claim of civilization which separated the Dalish from most humans. That and blood, years of racial tensions and prejudices. It might make him uneasy to walk into a human village, no matter how like the Dalish they might be in some respects. But he would be sure to see the girl home now and do as he had said.
He turned to watch her with her bucket, gathering the water she'd set out for in the first place it appeared. When she returned to his side it was with a somber look in her young eyes. When she spoke, there were tears in them, and Valan's brow creased slightly in worry. Turning his attention away from Fedrel, who was setting to lighting the flint and tinder, Valan crouched before the child.
"Sometimes, it makes me sad to see a life come to an end. But what was sadder for this poor creature was how his mind had become stolen by madness. Living as he was, that was a fate worse than death, and we have spared him from it. Now he can find peace in the beyond, as his body gives back to the earth."
Quiet for a moment he studied her, wondering how much loss the young girl had seen in her few years. The life of the wilders was not an easy one. There were dangers all around them, dangers like this wolf. "And sometimes, we lost the... spirits," he used her word for it, "of those who were dear to us. And that is never easy. That makes everyone sad, even warriors like myself and Fedrel."
Glancing over his shoulder he could see the the fire was in full blaze and Fedrel was waiting. Standing, Valan rested a hand on the child's head briefly. "Let us go back to your people."