Returning to the Beginning

Natha stretched, wincing as she did so. Bah, getting old sucked. She did her best to groom, ignoring the spots she couldn't reach for now. She'd lived a hard, rough and tumble life and it was showing clearly on her body now. This winter she would turn 10 years of age and she knew she had little time left. As such she had made up her mind how she'd like to spend her final years and that was visiting her kittens who were now grown and likely had had their own young. While her body was still up for the long travel she'd decided to leave pack life and hit the road. She was well aware of what she agreed to when she'd joined and hoped Sirius would let her go without a fuss but if violence was required she felt she could handle herself. She was an aging warrior, if anything it was time for the younger members of the pack to take the reigns and carry on its legacy. She had little more left to offer. She called out for Sirius and hoped he was nearby.