I'll Never Last Long

Félicien was wandering, naturally. Though he was growing older the tough mercenary still bore a hardened heart and body, a body that refused to give up and give in just yet. No, Féli could feel in his bones that he was going to last longer than he had thus far. It wasn’t his time yet, and the man felt in his heart that when it was his time it would be upon the battlefield, where his heart belonged. There was a sense of happiness at that fact, something that Féli rarely shared, though the slightest of smiles danced upon his lips. His silvery-gray gaze was hardened as he walked along, however, searching for what could become his next meal.

That was when he noticed the carcass of the elderly doe. Something had recently fed from her and, as the man breathed in, he realized the scent was a bit familiar. He couldn’t place it quite yet, but the man wasn’t about to walk away now. This scent had caught his interest more so than the food. Ears perked forward, body coming to a stop as fur bristled slightly along the base of his neck. He breathed in, searching for the source of that scent, and then he remembered, a soft chuckle leaving him as he spoke aloud.

“Never thought I’d be running into you again.” He remained a few paces away from the doe, waiting to see if he’d spoken loud enough to be heard.