ancient history

The old woman made her way to the beachside, it was a beautiful fall day. Life continued on, and surprising enough to her Rhythm was as well. She was an ancient wolf, there were few she knew that reached such an age. Valentine being the main one, but even he was slightly younger than she was. The thought of him tugged at her heart but she pushed the pain away. They had once been deeply in love, but life had different plans. Rhythm couldn’t deny her happiness here in Abaven.

She sighed softly as she lowered herself onto the sand comfortably. Despite the turmoil in life she still wore a smile on her silver marked muzzle. An idea had wormed its way into her head and today she decided to act upon it. Rhythm lifted her head and called out for the youth of Abaven. Any who wished to learn from the ancient woman were welcome.