Lithium
Things had been relatively...not so quiet lately what with all the new pups about. He was proud of his son for his accomplishments, and even more so when he brought children into the world. Zell was a grandfather now, and he enjoyed spending time with them. He was in his den tonight to avoid the cold night. As he got older, his bones ached more. While he didn't like to admit it, he knew he was old now and all there was left for him to do was accept it and train the younger generation. He hadn't done any training in a while, and with fresh young minds who seemed to all have the drive to actually learn, perhaps this was the turning point in his life. While his trips to the battlefield were less frequent, at least here he could still practice and work himself if he decided to do so.
A muffled shuffling sound came from outside his den, causing the elder to perk up. Was it one of the pups coming to seek him out? A quick scent of the air told him it wasn't, and instead, it was the scent of someone he hadn't seen in a while nor expected to see let alone so close to his quarters. For so long he had his misgivings about the woman. Mostly for her irresponsibility and her lack of ambition and common sense. She never really seemed to want to do anything but cause trouble in some fashion, but as he got older he decided some time ago it wasn't his problem let alone holding onto resentment. Her problems were her own. Her troubles were her own. She had paid heavy prices for her choices.
Rising to aching legs, Zell stepped out of his den to find Jewell lying a few feet away in the cold. It was dark out, and he was puzzled as to why she was here of all places so late. "Jewell, what are you doing out here?" He questioned though for once, his voice wasn't unkind. He sighed as he looked over her now frail form, "Come into my den where it's warmer. You're going to catch your death out here." He said. Softly this time. |
