Phoenix Maplewood Patternless Tide

She nodded, unable to respond for the painful knot in her throat. He hadn't been her favorite wolf but she had been his loyal subordinate, she had been prepared to fight for him and his family. To see him reduced to this struck something in her. They had come a long way from her fearing him to her respecting him and unbeknownst to her, him valueing her.

She rubbed her head against his shoulder, the symbol from her homeland. It was sign of goodbye, of camaraderie. May we meet again was its translation and she had never felt the sign more appropriate than that moment. Then she turned and left with a soft goodbye before she did something stupid like crying.