Home is where the heart is

She had grown incredibly sad since her only senior friend in the pack had passed away. But she knew that it was coming sooner or later. Now the old warrior had been laid to rest. She wondered when her day would come to pass...when she would no longer walk the earth. It didn't sadden her to think about it if she was honest with herself. She had lived a long life, and perhaps she was ready to move on. Well...sort of. The old woman walked slowly along her daily path, trying to keep herself moving so she didn't get too stiff. The pack was a quiet one, which suited her just fine. But sometimes she missed the noise and the life that indicated a pack was alive. Oh well...some things couldn't be helped.

As she shuffled along, she couldn't help but notice someone else also seemingly taking a stroll. While the hermit woman was usually one to keep to herself, she found herself craving company since Zell had died...and of course, since she had been unable to visit Tornach for a while. She altered her course towards the younger female, a small smile showing as she slowly made her way over. "Good morning young lady," She croaked in her old woman voice, "Fine day for a morning stroll, hm?"