There had been a wolf, a young man, that had come to him. He'd told him to tell of the villian's death... and to get @Koda. How he longed to see his 'nephew' one more time and to see his old friend so strong in his son. Koda had a family now. He'd gone to his mate and surely their would be little Reiniers running around in the near future. How he wished that he could see them.... but, at least he had done his part to ensure that they would be safe from such vile creatures as those that they had just dispatched.
Suddenly, he realized that the snarls had ceased and the young man had left him at some point of unconsciousness. He lifted his cinnamon head with difficulty and tried to look about. He simply couldn't focus his eyes to the wolves in the distance and had to satisfy himself with knowing that their sheer mass and determination had overpowered the two rebels. It could be no other way.
That left only one thing on his mind. Koda. He could feel his body slowly growing colder as more blood left his body. He was no medic, but he knew that had to be a bad sign. In desperation he croaked out in a raspy voice, "Koda! Koda...." The younger wolf's name trailed off as a small fit of coughing racked the dying wolf's frail body.