Phoenix Maplewood and make Death proud to take us

For a brief moment, Warbone found himself content with his place in the universe. Standing before Thuringwethil reminded him of an easier time; a time where he thought he might not need to think so hard on his own, a time spent roaming at her shoulder, forcing wolves like the Grotto-ers to bend to their will. He missed it, if he would allow himself to admit as such, and the fact that she was not vengeful for the manner in which he left her, meant that their relationship was not one yet lost to the tides of change.

He took a respectful step back, his expression sobering. "I realize much time has passed since the occurrence, but even still I would wish to apologize for the way I abandoned your rule." He did not come across as a wolf who offered apologies very easily, so he hoped the true sentiment he put behind it meant something to the raven commander.