I Was A Pup And You Were A Princess, All Those Years Ago

The wood of the stall was cracking and probably covered in more dust than he'd care to sniff, head swinging to eye Epiphron. "I guess nothing lasts forever." Nako found himself saying. This whole place would come down eventually in a few years or with a good storm. Pity. Epiphron commented with a grin that the state of the structure, let alone it not being natural, might turn other wolves away. Nako could only nod in agreement as she headed deeper into the barn. With a rumble the male followed, voice following after the white she-wolf. "I think if we'd met up like this a few years ago I'd ask if it was worth it to have a reunion of sorts. Dunno how that could happen now." He mused with a uncertain tone. There could be hardly anyone left of Seracia for all he knew. They were getting up in age. He'd die next to his parents graves and she with her pack, or so he planned when that day came. The thought was shoo'd away as his paws brought him beside the once-queen again, looking around the far end of the barn. He hadn't remembered ever going back here and so he turned to Epiphron and asked. "Anything around here that you found interesting back in the day?" He tilted his head much like a pup and surveyed the back of the barn. What had been back here that she remembered?