So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

He gave her a shy little smile back as she admitted to her concerns. It had been a while since someone had worried about him, and the feeling of her concern was a weight he wasn’t sure what to do with. How it made him feel. As he leaned lightly against her and they made their way through the willows, her words startled a soft laugh from him. What conversation indeed. He returned her small smile, of sharing a secret as they both left that embarrassment behind. Discarded in the woods with his tattered bandage and dried blood.

When they arrived at the border, she lifted her head and howled for the Warlord. Her request was surprisingly meek - or maybe not that surprising, having spent an afternoon with her already. When she glanced at him and his leg, she would find he was resting it on the ground, trying to appear unfazed as his eyes roamed the pack territory in search of this hulking Warlord.

"Senryū Cavaliere-Klein"