Election Season

The alpha's call had sounded, and Kestrel had taken far longer than she normally did to get up and step out of the den. She stretched her limbs, hearing them crack and pop from age while she waited for Zell to come by. He was a constant companion in her life, the pair bonding almost instantly because they were the eldest of the pack. They mostly sat around like an old couple in hypothetical rocking chairs on the porch exchanging stories and experiences, with Zell talking about his kids and the family he had before coming to Boreas and she did the same. Only, she didn't have any kids of her own to speak of. She had taken care of kids here and there during her travels but no biological children to speak of.

When he did arrive, she offered him a nod and a smile as she leaned against his much larger form and the pair slowly set off to find the others. It took them a bit of time, but when the group came into view they both settled among them, lying down to rest their weary bones and she offered a nod to Zell's son and alpha before resting her weary head on her forelegs. Life had been nice and quiet...she didn't have to worry about anything. She had companionship, she had a pack and she had food in her belly and a place to call home. Despite the recent devastation from the volcano, she was recovering better than she thought she would. The only thing that remained permanent from the event was a dry cough she couldn't quite get rid of, but it seemed to only happen when she overexerted herself...