somewhere only we know

Every morning that Rhythm found herself waking from slumber was a surprise. As the cold one autumn began to descend she felt even more keenly her age. Not many wolves managed to reach such an advanced age and she was grateful for however much time she was granted with her family. Being able to witness the growth of her grandchildren brought a warmth to her heart that chased away the aches and pains of age. Being around the newest litter of grand children had a habit of making her feel older and younger all in the same breath.

The thought of them easily brought a smile to her lips as she made her way towards Theory’s call. Old silver paws carried her through Abaven’s ancestral location and she couldn’t help but think of Bass as she walked. Likely he was long dead along with the rest of her siblings. She wondered for a moment if she should have already been in the ground. Rhythm was fully aware of her borrowed time.

Still she wore a smile on her face as she hobbled into the clearing, Feather had helped to guide her through the new growth. She lay herself close by Theory, half hoping little Ruin might come and sit by her.