Breathe your life into me

His was a staccato burst of emotion, sharp barks punctuated by sharper sounds. To move from the mountain was not something he had wished to do; he had wanted to die upon Silvertip. But upon closer examination of his mortality, Lecter had realized that to pass his last breaths with Jinx alongside him was the true measured desire of his heart.

With the wisdom of one who had lived long, the shaman knew he did not have a great amount of time. With that which he did have, he would convey his knowledge among the pack, for the Spine would not survive without a proper healer, a worker of magick.

And so he lifted his voice among those that sounded in the new wilderness, until his soul had been sated and his heart blessed.