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Tirgatao feels a weight immediately release from her shoulders when her Commander's howl rises from the distance. It isn't a mournful sound—her ears twitch as she lifts her head from her paws where she had been resting near Hougeda. The song lacks a part altogether. Being the devoted creature that she was, Tirgatao quickly found her feet and took off at a decent clip to where the howl was last heard.

It doesn't take her long to spot movement betwixt the trees and, as she approaches, more of the group comes into focus. For a moment she mistakes Blixen for Wildfire, but a secondary glance reveals the truth—Wildfire is still not with them. Her copper eyes rove over each individual, probing their body language for answers to the primary question flashing through her mind. Blixen, unsurprisingly, gives some clue as to the nature of their return. There are no tears, but something stubbornly resigned in the weary set of her mouth.

The Shouna finally settles her attention on Thuringwethil, though her eyes are respectfully cast away while her tail dangles between her hocks. "I am glad you're all back," She said, "though nothing is amiss here."  But where is Wildfire? she asked with a subtle pop of her brow, and furitive glance up towards Heda's own dark eyes.