Silver Creek And moth-like stars were flickering out

He was pleased that at least he could confirm with Spring that Saena was not a ghost. He made a mental note to himself that he should seek her out, as her what the protocol was for this. Her response about leading the wolves of Silver Creek here brought his gaze from the rain to her.

"I can understand feeling like that." He said softly, thinking of his own cowardice. "Who knows how things would have gone though," He said, speaking both to Saena and himself. Reassuring both parties as one. "Silver Creek is flourishing here, has survived the famine and from what I can see is doing great for itself. It wouldn't be this way without you. Spring is a strong female too, my opinion probably doesn't count for much, but I'm proud to follow under her." He looked to her curiously for a moment, not asking the question that was clear as day written on his face. Would Saena resume lead now? He'd still follow her, of course, he had no intentions of leaving. It was Saena who had appointed Spring in the first place.

He could tell her mind had focused on bad things now, possibly on the girls that were still missing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring the mood down." He glanced back to the rain and frowned. "Or, well, I didn't mean to make the mood make the weather." Saena sounded like a good leader though. Any wolf could take praise for saving the pack from war, but a good leader would dispute the phrase no matter what. "All the same it's a honor to meet you, Saena. If you ever need anything just give me a howl and I'll be happy to help." He wasn't leaving, but realized he might sound like he was. To counter that he lowered himself to the ground, laying among the leaves and roots of the tree that sheltered them.