Let Me Open My Eyes
02-06-2021, 07:05 PM
Dómari strode through the snow, tail wagging lightly as he worked his way along the wall on another patrol. So far it had been pretty uneventful apart from a pair of squirrels that insisted on chasing each other all over creation after one removed a nut from inside the wall that the other had hidden. Dómari was so glad wolves didn't need to hide food for the winter. Speaking of food he supposed he really ought to get back to hunting some time. He'd finally gotten his mental affairs in order only for old age to start rearing its ugly head. He could feel his stamina starting to wane and his joins starting to ache. A snow storm had moved through the day before and that was really when he started to notice. He couldn't believe he was eight years old now. Where had all the time go. He felt himself again longing for one of his siblings all the while knowing he'd almost certainly never see them again. "Speech" |