Sheepeater Cliff foglet

he watched her deflate, taking his sneer in stride as opposed to escalating, as he had entirely expected. stigmata could recognize when he had made a mistake - for the most part - or when he acted rashly, and he felt no shame in admitting when it happened, for he would always make it a point in himself to try and improve for future circumstance. it wouldn't do for the wardog to fly off the handle each time an accident occurred. that's how foolish wars started.

he sniffed after her as she went, and cleared his throat to call out. "you at least have the sense to preserve your body, as a lone wolf," he said, noting her lack of companion scents. "you are not a complete waste, then." he didn't mind if she continued on her way, but he did not let her go without acknowledging her incredible frame and the fact she'd made the right choice standing down. there was no doubt the two of them might gravely harm one another, and neither canid seemed to want that.