When there's not much left to live for

The lynx point she wolf walked boldly over the island’s paths, her dark paws carrying her sure footedly over tree roots and underbrush. She had crested a rise when she spotted the wolf swimming the channel. Raising her brows in curiosity she watched as he made his way to the sandy beach.

She pushed her way through the vegetation carefully, trying to get a better view of him before he made out her brilliant white coat in the dark green of the foliage around her. He had wise blue eyes and charming markings. A pang ran through her heart, the familiar feeling of loneliness. Before Thorne she had never really thought about a partner, there were few she felt attracted to. Now the spirited woman was gone, and Eisleif felt the loss keenly.

Her tall form pushed forward, sooty paws sinking into the sand. She didn’t let her gaze from him. ”What brings you to this place, old man.” Her voice was good natured and teasing. While Eisleif wasn’t a yearling herself anymore, his age was obvious. Not that the Finnvi would ever complain about that, his age only meant he had more stories to tell.