Toothless Gumption

*Crusade* · 08-04-2013, 07:39 PM

i like to keep my issues drawn; its always darkest before the dawn

Something like a muffled groan drew itself from the she-wolf's lips. "Bored..." she muttered to herself. Old or not, she could only take so much time out of the action. Then again... the sun was nice and warm, and the sand did feel lovely against her fur; it was just that usually, when she wasn't able to help out she felt so guilty. Busted leg or no, it was against her grain. But it was true, this time she had a legitimate excuse. It hadn't been her fault she'd had to drag her eleven year old but across a volcano, a range of foothills and half a delta. Her mate Cifer had had an episode of post tramatic shock and at the thought of going through another volcanic eruption had shouted like a girl and taken off running straight out of a pack meeting. Well he was Crusade's to look after and she'd chased him down at least tried to calm him, but toward the end she'd taken a nasty tumble, and, well - hello bone fractures. It was always her dang right foreleg too.

The old she-wolf sighed into the sand. She didn't think she'd be recovering too quickly this time. Her body had stayed fit (and not to mention fertile) long past it's experation date, but she was still mortal like all the others. Her years were begining to catch up to her. Now, if one of the packmates wanted Crusade they didn't have to go out searching some lofty peak or godforsaken expanse of tundra, they just had to poke their head into the cave and call, or take a little stroll down to the sunniest part of the beach. Sometimes Crusade got really adventurous and went as far as the tide pools! Yeesh. It was kinda depressing when she thought about it. But that was just it, Crusade didn't think about it. She'd been through enough hell to know that self-pity, even in it's seedling forms was toxic. She could sit there and sigh away about how her youth was gone and she wasn't one tenth the able bodied warrior she was, or she could roll over on her back, yap at some sea gulls, and laugh because she'd done it. Despite all those black hearted rogues and despots and villains who'd threatened her with death and worse, she'd made it to a ripe old age. She'd even had kids! And grandkids! So there.

Of course, that enthusiasm got worn off when the hours dragged on and Crusade had nothing to do but sleep and stare and dream. Where were all those pups of hers? Sure they were big grown yearlings now, but it wouldn't kill them to visit an old crone? Crusade wasn't the sort to whine for attention, but she'd pamper herself today. With a lungful of salty air, she threw her head back. A long beckoning howl escaped her scarred lips.

CRUSADE

the one eyed legend

who never knew when to quit

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