Sleeping Dragon my heart has always been soaked in rocket fuel and sorrow

He needn't wait long at the border before he was joined by the wolf he had spent so long following. She approached with no holds barred, just as a proper leader would: teeth exposed and attitude ablaze with fire-like intensity. While her memory had served to drive him forward, only now did he realize how much he missed his commander. He had always been a soldier, but the soldiering life grew empty without a purpose. He needed orders— he needed to follow. This was the source of his identity.

Immediatly, Eli hung his head in reverence and prostrated himself across the ground for her in complete submission. Despite his broad stature, he tried to make himself as small as possible to communicate that she was the only one in charge. "Heda," came a gravelly whisper, cracked with the burden of age. "I found you."