Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

The answer he receives is mostly harmless. She'd met his leader during a scouting mission at some point in Sleeping Dragon's genesis. He'd forced himself to get used to their new land filled with wholes that didn't know who they are, who their commander is, and perhaps now that is changing. This far away, however, is what surprises him, but the thoughts remain to himself.

"She is well," he explains but he doesn't make another comment. Thuringwethil is a memorable wolf, having gone through so much in her short life already. Having been commander for the vast majority of her life (and a brief stint where everyone was ungrateful) but having since cleansed their hierarchy and their lives reorienting back to their ways has been comforting.

It is a few seconds later, now that his head had cleared from the temporary euphoria, that he remembers what he's supposed to be doing. His ears twitchy upon his head and he grinds his teeth together to find a way out of the situation as it grows in awkwardness. Gavriel is held by a little guilt, a little duty, to remain, but neither of them are required to stick together. He inhales a sharp breath as he decides he needs to go.

"Do you need anything?" he asks, biting his tongue for a moment. "I should get back soon," he adds though he doesn't know the exact timeframe Wildfire will spend within another's claim.