I believe the man I love deeply is saying farewell to me here today.
I will feel sad, but I also bless you to find what you yearn for in the upcoming war.
Cradled in her arms, Nanaque reached out her paw, touching Huggesen's chest. She could sense the stitched scars hidden beneath the golden mane.
She knew that as Chief Botana, Huggesen's past life was not easy.
Nanaque sniffed lightly at the neck of the Grand Marshal Huggesen. Unfortunately, the werewolves did not have the overly gentle emotions of other races. Even at the moment of farewell, there was a kind of bluntness and ferocity unique to the clan, and she said:
"We Jackal Wolves born in the harsh Dark Mountain Range never care about the length of life, just like your ancestor, Lord Felix. A short life cannot overshadow its legend, a finale that countless Jackal Wolves would give their lives to pursue.
