He was silent as she recited the poem, listening closely to the words she spoke, and feeling their deep impact. They touched him deeply, and he did not try to hide the several tears that escaped from his heart and made their way down his cheeks.
"It is my honor, I assure you. I shall hold those words close until we meet again," he said, looking up at her at last. Wolf brushed her hand with her muzzle one last time, a gentle touch that said what she had not the ability to articulate.