My world away from home

The old wolf appeared before him, her frail body showed lines of a long life lived, and there was an elegance to her pose. She was a wolf rich with history, and lessons that he could learn. Her milky white eyes where sightless, and her nose softly sought him as she moved outwards from the den. "Grandmother" he said again, the voice filled with his deep respect, and his paws flowing through the emotions he felt for the Matriarch.

"May I offer you my shoulder?" He asked her, already moving to place his body beside her. They would have stood at equal height it age hadnt robbed her of some of those inches. Instead, his lean, muscled body stood straight and tall, and easily would take on any of the weight she might offer him.

If she agreed to walk this way, he would keep his steps stately and timed as he walked beside her, paw step matched to paw step. "What herbs did you have in mind for today?" He asked her gently, his voice soft and quiet and only for her ears. He was well versed at pitching his voice only to carry to its chosen audiance.