Redsand Canyon the death of orchids

There was the fun of fortune telling.  When Fennec spoke of a "legacy", a wolf could hear any number of things.  Some might hear children, others might hear acclaim.  She herself had her hopes set on "infamy"  with just a touch of what she now got, unbridled, from Merrick's tone.  Reverence.

It resounded through her and, for a moment, she forgot every little bit of the trouble that had led her here.  She was the Wraith in that moment entirely and basked in the glow of his praise, even as she dipped her head back, acknowledging the words with a cool silence.

"i destroyed the last strife that came to me and mine. and he lived here."

Then I suppose you should watch for more.  There's never truly a last.  The corner of her mouth tweaked up into a small smile at the word play, but she swung her tail, finished.  That truth he could have for free... it was a rather obvious one.  Beyond every cave resided a larger bear.