Nadariel will improvise a stretcher with his spear, a bedroll and i assume someone else can provide another staff to transport the body. 

(The body already is in a coffin made by the siblings. Ismark simply needs help lifting it but the pole bearers idea is not a bad one.)

Errol:

Errol asks, “Will we need to carry the coffin all the way to the church, or do you have a wagon we can use?”

"Any horses we had to do such a thing with were scared off by the wolves. We have a wagon but it would need to be pulled by us..." Ismark admits with a sigh.

Errol:

"Then let's get to it, man," suggests Errol, going to find the wagon and help set up for transport.

Falzaren enters back in to report what, if anything he saw out there, "Are we ready?"

Tierra noticing Errol, will approach him. "What are you doing?"

Errol:

Looking up from his work, Errol says, “Hi Tierra, I hope you slept well.  I am preparing the wagon to transport the coffin to the church for burial.  You didn’t happen to see any horses out here, did you?  Ismark says the wolves drove them away.” 

"No horses," Tierra says sadly. "Though I don't think it will be much of an issue."

Errol:

”A pity,” he responds, “You are welcome to help if you me rig the wagon for us to pull, if you like.  The others are inside with the coffin.”

Tierra cracks her neck and closes her eyes, remembering what the forest spirit taught her. She imagined the horse the men who had stolen her away before she escaped, and made horse noises, feeling herself change. When she opens her eyes, she stares at Errol through the eyes of a Draft Horse.

Errol:

“That’s amazing!” exclaims Errol.  “And I thought you looked pretty as a biped,” he says unguardedly, suddenly blushing as he realizes what he just said.  “Uh, let’s just get you set up with the wagon,” Errol finishes awkwardly.

Tierra the horse snorts and follows him.

Belmarm gives Tierra a funny look. "No, I suppose not. At least, I would hope not, assuming the place we go isn't too far off. Though it would certainly be convenient, to say the least." He says with a pleasantly smile, even as internally he did not look forward to any lengthy walk with a burden. "But yes, Falzaren. We are just about. Ismark here was just telling us about playing the part of horses for the wagon."

Not being used to magic of any kind, Ismark gives Tierra a wary look when she turns into a horse but shakes it off as he had heard of eccentric people that lived in the woods being able to do such things. He moves to go and set up the wagon, the thing being in working yet pitiful condition. While it would serve its purpose anything more then that and it would likely break.

"It should not take us more then a few minutes to get to the church."

Errol:

Errol gratefully accepts Ismark's help and the task is done quickly, as there is no more need to adapt the straps to allow humans to pull.  He takes care to be very gentle with the horse, not using the typical bit out of respect for Tierra.  Once it is done, Errol looks to the others and says, "We are ready; let's go bring out the coffin."

Nadariel will help to load the coffin onto the wagon.

Tierra stands there waiting, stomping her front hoof a few times as she tries to get used to the new form she was in. The harness also felt a bit strange, but it was nothing compared to the strange clothing those first humans she met made her put on. If she could handle that, she could get used to this.

Falzaren will help bring out the coffin, and walk ahead of the wagon when they're ready to depart.

(So, I missed the part earlier about being level 2 now... as well as Tierra turning into a horse. My bad!)

Aside from whatever assistance the Shadar kai could provide, Belmarm is content to flank the cart with a shield in one hand and the other free to summon a new found sort of magic in hand.