Bronze had left the borders of the Kingdom of Seracia for the first time in a long while. At the age of ten, moving too far or too frequently was really becoming quite a burden. Today, however, he felt better than usual. Perhaps it was the perfect temperature of the air today -- not too cold, and not too hot either -- but his limbs felt more fluid than they had in some time, and his mind felt less hazy. He wondered if perhaps he might even catch some food for his family today. Hunting was growing difficult for him, and his children generally were the ones to provide food for the family, not him. He'd always been a stubborn brute, and his children doing so much for him made him feel quite helpless.

So today he would hunt -- or try to. Stiff limbs slowly stretched as he rose from his sleeping position, his nose twitching to take in the crisp morning air. It took him a considerable amount of time to stretch his limbs and grow alert enough to think straight before he set off on a brief walk. His large paws would carry him slowly and carefully the flat lands, taking him further west. Slowly the sun rose in the sky, spreading its warm light over the earth, warming the very core of his being. It would be a good day, he decided.

The flat land eventually gave way to hills. Some were large, far too steep for him to climb, while others were mere mounds of dirt. He would weave his way across the grass, marveling at the hills that began to rise up around him as he trekked further away from his home. All he wanted was to enjoy a nice walk, and feel the sun upon his back... and the gentle chirping of birds overhead certainly helped his attitude today.

My this land certainly had all sorts of lovely places to see! Conall padded forward over the various hills that curved this way and that till he climbed what he thought was one of the higher ones in the area and looked out over the grassy area around him. The sun was bright, lighting up the world around him brilliantly, with the occasional cloud casting its shadow. It felt absolutely brilliant today, so great that even with all his climbing his hip was hardly giving him any trouble! He couldn't help the permanent grin that lingered on his muzzle. Conall scanned the grasses around him, wondering if he might find some food to add to this perfect day, and his green gaze landed on a golden figure at the bottom of the hill he was currently resting on. From the looks of it the stranger seemed to be wandering just as he was. Perhaps they could wander together? Conall stood and trotted down the hill toward the male, giving a little woof to get his attention. Coming up along side him, Conall smiled and dipped his head in greeting. "'Ello there! Mind some company?" he asked in his usual Irish drawl, wanting to make sure he wasn't imposing on the older male. Conall already took a liking to the stranger just from seeing the matching scars they shared. It was always good to meet a fellow warrior, especially one with a few years on him. Good stories and good company never goes out of style in Conall's opinion. Speech Thought Others

Misha padded into the hills, her paw almost nearly healed. She was walking stable now- for the most part; and it wasn't as painful as it used to be when she was first healing. Misha smiled, watching the sky in peace. Autumn had just began to fall, the sun slightly hidden by the clouds and a slight breeze ruffling her fur in the distance. She heard male voices and smiled softly to herself, walking towards them. "Hi, I'm Misha," she said, greeting the two males. They looked like old warriors or protectors that you might hear of in an old fairy tail. Misha wagged her tail pleasantly as to be in the company of wolves with such wise knowledge. Misha sat down on her haunches and smiled up at them.

Once, Bronze had been so cold and distant from everything -- including his family, and the woman he had loved since he was a child. He had abandoned her; not just once, but twice.. but oh, how he had changed. Life seemed to be slowing down, mirroring his own body's deterioration. He would embrace death with open arms, and try so hard to regret nothing, but until then he was simply happy to be alive.

His attention was grasped as the voice of another broke through the crisp morning air. Slowly his gaze found the male, brown eyes bright with interest and alertness, despite his obvious age. A nod was offered in greeting, a gentle grin toying at his lips. "I'd love some," he spoke honestly, his voice gruff and serious -- but not at all lacking in warmth. His gaze told him he had found a fellow warrior, and he couldn't help but like him a bit from the get go. He had fought for something, and had clearly won -- otherwise he wouldn't be standing here today.

Another wolf was lingering nearby. A younger female. He gave a gentle did of his cranium in greeting, tail flicking idly at his paws. "I'm Bronze, of the Kingdom of Seracia," he introduced himself, speaking also to the man that had approached him initially.