Phoenix Maplewood and make Death proud to take us

In that moment, it was hard for Warbone to know truly what he wanted from the commander. He both wished to be gone from her, and to stand at her side; to maybe enjoy the throes of a wild hunt as they had their first encounter. It would've been poetic, almost, but neither wolf seemed capable of expressing anything besides their mutual contentment to see the other still alive, and their brief meeting drew to a close faster than either could ever be satisfied with. His head bobbed in a short nod, passing his eye over her features one last time, before turning to move south with the intention of hunting and clearing his thoughts before returning to his own range.