Blackbeak Bluff the trick to life is not to get too attached to it

The shadowrunner left the forest very little. Not because he did not feel the need to explore the surrounding territories, but because the swarthy wolf had been encompassed in the rising of Ravensblood Forest. They were uncomfortably small in numbers now that Screech had left – and the wolf felt the first tinge of worry within his chest.
 
He trailed the fresh scent of Samothes. The ivory wolf was one who had been loyal, though the two remained familiar with one another only through brief conversations. He quickened his pace as his fiery gaze landed upon the man, uttering a low bark to gain his companions attention. “Samothes,” he greeted, his eyes drifting to scour across the dark rock before them. “How are you?”