Phoenix Maplewood What if the witches wrote the book

At her sudden intake of breath, an aggrieved whine escaped his maw and he thumped his tail against the forest matter in a lame attempt to quell her astonishment. "Thank you, Star," he rumbled, his words not so heavy as they had once been. "I'll make sure to keep your offer in mind should things not go as planned from now on." As much as he wanted to join the dark rulers kingdom, a small part of him yearned to follow the little woman back to her homeland, wherever that may be, and settle down there. Though that would mean possibly putting her cohort in jeopardy of his actions, and doing such a thing like that to those that he called his friends, that had shown him good nature and gratitude? Well, even the thought of that put pained thoughts running through his mind. "But hey, I better be on my way and leave you to return," he spoke, a small smile twitching upon his muzzle as he rose to all fours. "Providing you aren't still lost." Though his words carried various hints of humour, his gaze still tickled his companions' own with a pained expression; one of not wanting to say goodbye.