Phoenix Maplewood and make Death proud to take us

Thuringwethil can’t help but wonder how things would have been if she’d stumbled across the brute closer to Sleeping Dragon’s claim. With the aid of the others and the army she’s created, she’s confident their conversation would have been short-lived and his life in danger. Darkened, silvery eyes focus on him through his apology and she only nods her head to mask the uncertainty that wells up within her.

The last time they met had been in the maplewood, with a challenger and Wildfire, but the brief interaction had ended abruptly and she never saw him again. Until now. Her ears twitch upon her head to consider what he has given her, an action that she suspects few wolves have seen.

It is only a single nod that accepts the apology without the hint of forgiveness.

“I do not want to find you near the mountain,” she tells him, one simple, final command. “But I would like to see you again.”

There is another world where they do not miss one another, where Warbone does not walk out, and their power is a light for one another. He amplifies her as he was always meant to and Thuringwethil does not let him slip through her fingers, giving up a strength she doubts she’ll ever see again. A sigh escapes and the hint of a smirk toys playfully with her features, wondering if the same thing haunts him in his dreams as it does hers.