Sleeping Dragon my heart has always been soaked in rocket fuel and sorrow

Assuming Lucani would follow Thuring away!

Eyes snapped shut as Eli felt his commander's jaws tighten even further around his throat.  It was over. In his mind, his journey had come to both it's figurative and literal end, but in those final moments, his fear faded away, leaving only a strange sense of peaceful calm behind.  If he was to die, it would be his commander's will. This would be is final order, to which he would carry out until its very completion, even if it meant surrendering his life. He only prayed the act wouldn't drag on.

Just as he made his final peace, his commander's jaws went slack. He gasped for breath, but he dared not move an inch in fear it would be construed as misplaced aggression.  It was only the beginning indeed... a new start away from the mess that was Seageda.  Here he would stay.

He watched as his commander took her leave, joined also by her unfamiliar subordinate.  Once again, Eli was alone. He waited for what felt like hours in a state of complete stillness. Like a statue, he remained firmly rooted to the spot, as was her command. He would make the borders his home. After a time, he slowly rose to his paws and walked the outskirts of the territory, all while intermingling his scent with the rest of the fledgling pack's.