In a brief lapse of restraint, Shadow finds himself taking his old friend in an embrace the likes of which the two had not known together for quite a few years. "Thank you, my friend..." He pulls back and straightens his vest out, paying careful attention to his right shoulder. He smiled, and beneath his fur his cheeks felt hot. "...But you are far too flattering. He may have been a wolf-shaped block of ice with a hot-headed nature, but he was a powerful mage... Or at least he seemed so. I bet those cursed lizards had quite a time dealing with him."