Wapun Meadow botchlings

the tactician studied the hollow resident, wondering what about the she-wolf could be useful - could be formed. more than this he couldn't quite decipher what it was about her that made him linger and made him listen. if he dared to reflect on it then it would have to be the burns, and his insatiable desire to find something proverbially edible beneath the charring. there was nothing he thought he could have possible said to assuage the gravity of her losses, so the general opted to remain quiet, inclining his head in a single bow of acknowledgement, as well as condolence. he imagined it wasn't a subject she wanted to expound on.

"i was," he admitted freely. "a young wolf by the name of piper. i thought she might be near here, heading towards your pack." no need to keep playing games then.