I'll kill you for dying

The Warlord blinked and looked about himself in some confusion. The ethereal quality of the air grating on his senses. Everything was all just faintly… off. He knew he could scent the wind, but at the same time, it seemed like the scent was in his brain, and not his nose. His paws were weightless as he settled his weight upon them, and looked around.

A voice called his attention, and when he turned sharply, the world was suddenly simply there. The Warlord swallowed past the sudden pain in his throat. Taking in the familiar form of the wolf in front of him. The boy, not much older than his own children. The General, and loyal soldier who had sworn himself to pack and Warlord. The Wolf who had died, when Sirius had been unable to prevent it.

“....Naiche.” he said after a moment, his voice raw with emotion. He stepped forward, trying to breach the gap between them. “How… how are you here? Was it all a bad dream?” Like some how Zee had crossed the impossible and returned to him.

"Speech"