Gone Tomorrow

It was a relatively painless process, watching Finn go. She had accepted her fate without much of a protest, and Corinna felt the relief rise from her shoulders. At least they had parted amiably, and should they run across one another again, the leader would inquire with kind eyes as to the fate of the previous subordinate. But as Ice correctly said, perhaps the experience would be a beneficial learning one. No doubt that she would take her mistakes and use them to her advantage when she approached the next pack. There were plenty in Relic Lore, it took some trying to stay packless for long. She even had the grace to think Marsh for his aid - a story that Corinna was not aware of. Cocking her head to the side curiously, she peered at the Second, but was content to let it go. It was not her affair, but nevertheless, she was glad that the gratitude permeated the group on both sides of the invisible, though powerful, border.

Rolling her shoulders, Corinna turned her gaze to Ice and Marsh (how curious that she rarely saw them not as a pair). "Thank you for your help." A nudge to the cheek was given to the pair of them, her wagging tail another indicator of her thanks. "You're free to return to what you boys were up to. I think I'm going to find Indru, tell him what happened." Her counterpart hardly knew Finn either, but he would want to know what had transpired here this morning anyway. With a low woof, Corinna set off, back towards the main part of the territory, her waddle slow and precise.