Duck Lake burning cities and napalm skies

she raises her gaze to find another standing there, entirely still, waiting. her ears flicked, slight irritation at his wordless entrance and her inability to notice it bubbling in her chest. but it stopped when she felt the depth of emotion in him; the fogginess of the green eyes that she knew. "northener." she knew him, then, and the memories came tumbling back into place. she paused a long moment, considering. they'd parted last with heated words and spite, yet with all that'd happened in the months of recent, they seemed so insignificant. she regards him with no such spite now, and instead studies hime a moment longer. 

"you are alone, now." there is no packscent on his fur; only that of wind and earth. it is odd to see him like this; she'd never met him entirely alone while Morningside had stood. he'd been a proud leader, and protected his packmates, she remembered well. still, only the closest and strongest of packs fell, and now here he stood. as a wolf, not a figurehead to make peace with.