Blackfeather Woods Find your way, through the mist.

She rose back into a normal position at his cue, with some relief. She did not look forward to the patrol, which would be nerve-wracking and awkward at the very least, but she'd been through worse. A memory flashed of another leader, pure white and far too thin- she pushed away the thought. The Empire was gone. She should forget about it. "Of course." She said, in answer to Zephyr, as she began to follow him. The she-wolf did not speak more, simply waiting for any questions the second leader might ask.