After All I've Said

Félicien took a small breath of cool, crisp winter air as he took a look around the territory he’d found himself settled within. Redwood trees were the lone inhabitants of this nook during the season of winter, bare and lifeless until spring came back with it’s sweet breath to stir them back into existing. But for creatures of the flesh there was no dying and coming back, Féli knew. He could feel himself getting older too, getting closer to nine years of age with each passing season. He let out a soft chuckle, as though the thought amused him.

He’d seen a good amount of things in his life thus far. He’d never really felt the ache of loneliness either, having been a wayward wanderer for years. Just running into Zephyr and Mara here had brought a new warmth back to the monochrome wolf’s heart. Not that he was a light hearted soul in the first place. Still… it was nice being able to see some friends. Nice to know that they were still alive and making their way through this Hell.

Silvery-gray orbs turned towards a rustle in the bushes but the male didn’t stir. Judging by the size and sound it was likely a rabbit or something, hardly worth his attention right now when he wasn’t hungry. Head lowered onto his paws and ears perked upward, alert as ever as Félicien carefully tuned himself into his surroundings. Life now a days was quiet… hardly a care in the world anymore. He missed the days where action was more of thing… but the freedom to pick and choose what he did was a pleasing feeling.

Still… it’d do no good to get rusty. Perhaps… Perhaps he’d have to take a trip to the battlefield before long to make sure his skills were still usable. He hadn’t abandoned the thought yet that he’d die in battle… he certainly didn’t want to die by simply becoming part of the scenery around him in his sleep.

An ear flicked and Féli lifted his head.

Someone was approaching…