You sadly say hi to the angels. You're not feeling ready to talk to anyone yet, but you ask if you can see Mari at least.
Mari is dead. Dead on the beach in front of your--in front of where your house used to be, before it apparently burned down. All the wolfies' houses are burned too. And there's Kuviu dead right next to Mari.
You hurl the scrying glass into the dark waves and curl into a teeny tiny little ball and scream into your arms.