Phoenix Maplewood 'you were,' my dear, is the saddest sentence left to say

Sangilak watched as Wildfire was beckoned to the front of the group. There is no envy in her heart, but a certain degree of contempt to see such a thing. A wolf new to the ranks being brought to the front lines... but then, perhaps it made sense. Perhaps it was for the fact that Wildfire was the most disposable of them. She did not know, but her irateness only ever seemed to grow. It was with the world she contended with now, not any one in particular. Any wrong move set her on edge. Her stormy eyes sought the frame of Dio, and then she looked to @Tatkret and next, @Hush. She knew these wolves best, though their interactions had not been too terribly frequent. 

Whatever her thoughts, Sangilak was ready and prepared to fight with Drageda. She was no stranger to war, and it looked upon her with not an ounce of nostalgia. Never had Sangilak been far from it. Sangilak was a dog of it, its influence upon her and her life great. Here she stood again, taking in a whiff of the wind and detecting unfamiliar scents. Thuringwethil howled, and Sangilak stood in the backdrop among the wolves that had come.