If It Means A Lot To You

*Creed* · (This post was last modified: 08-22-2016, 04:55 AM by Shrapnel.)

Creed had woken up that morning with a single thought on his brain as he patrolled the borders. He was getting a bit too old for this. More and more his thoughts drifted to the fact he'd be eight in the summer and he'd inwardly cringe at it. He didn't want to be old. Not that he knew anyone that did want to be an old fart, but he really didn't want to be old. None of it seemed really fun for him. The aching bones and joints, the lack of energy, and overall not being able to do all the things he was used to doing. Telling crazy stories to pups, that part sounded rather enjoyable. He wasn't one to sit still and relax. The thought of doing nothing bothered him.

Still he knew that this summer he wanted to retire. Maybe not be classified as an elder yet, but Regulus would certainly want someone a bit younger by his side soon and Creed felt like he'd done a good job at being a Right Wing. He did want a bit of relaxation and freedom before he wasn't able to travel like he used to. He still wanted to take Baine on their trip together and it certainly would be easier without duties as Right Wing as well.

He paused on his patrol, not too far from the center of the territory, and let out a howl for Regulus. He probably could have took the time to follow his scent but this was far easier. It was best to let him know early just in case he needed time to find another Right Wing to take his place once he stepped down.

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