Mistress Crow Darkstride
She looked around. Damn this edge is crowded.
The great white wolf paused and looked at Crow for a moment, silently she bowed her head, though allways keeping her eyes on Crow, before just as quietly she turned and left the cliff for Crow and her's. She knew how she herself always felt after a fight. Wanting space, and comfort. That was her, Sythra. She did not know exactly what it was Crow would want, but still, she gave her, her space. Padding down away she went where she could still be comfortable and layed down, her head resting on her massive paws.