To live and to Let Go

There were good days, and there were bad days when you started getting old. Right now, the way her hips were feeling it was looking like more of a bad day right now. Caelestis was off doing whatever she did when she ran off for days at a time, and while Caelum worried about her maybe letting the girl leave freely would keep her well out of the way while there was such tension in the pack. With the Abraxas craziness everything seemed to be coming undone, though maybe this was simply the last straw to push the pack over the edge. Either way, Caelum was simply too tired to worry about what was going on.

White hair was beginning to dust her black markings, her face slowly greying as the year wore on. She'd decided to go on a walk to stretch out her tired muscles and work through the stiffness in some of her joints. There was no real intent or direction to her movements. It was pure chance that she spotted Corentine ahead. The old -yes, she was ready to be called that at long last - woman wagged her tail gently, calling out a friendly, "Hello."