Larksong Grotto Lately, I find myself throwing stones

She was a wanderer too. That dichonomy of pack-life and wanderer-life never made sense to him. He understood that the wolf-brain was complex and that hypocrisies existed...but if it was up to him he would chose only one and not the other. Call him single-minded, but he could never be the servant of two masters. But he never pointed this out to her, silently nodding as she turned to leave. Farewell, Wildfire, He lingered there after she left, watching the flame disappear on the horizon. He made a sideways glance at the body, mouth twisting with disappointment — it was not fresh before turning and walking away.