Cerulean Cape in front of me

The red man, oh that red man saved an old womans life that day. Her heart lifted, thrumming against her chest. He'd come close, touching his face to hers, and in a voice she believed belonged to an angel, told her to follow him. Her snowy paws itched to follow him now, to go and run away from everything, but she had one more tie to take care of. She held a rank in the Keep, one she would go and give up now. Grace would understand, it was a talk they'd had before, of her leaving, and the russet girl had only said to come back to her one day, to visit. 
Of course, she would. No matter how far she went, she would come back one day to see her daughter grown and happy. 
                     "I will, but I hold a rank in a pack I must release and a daughter to say goodbye to. In two days time, can we meet again, in the marshes to the East?"