scratched lenses of my knockoff ray-bans

Skipping over that worked about as well as could be expected. Another sigh from the ageing Alpha as he considered the small white wolf. Unscarred, unblemished by age. As she continued on with her other questions, he didn’t expand on the one requiring a longer explanation yet.

“I shall endeavour to remember the tea” He said, reluctant to add more onto his morning routine. Which largely revolved around slipping out quietly in the wee hours of the morning. Fish was easy enough to get a hold of here, so he inclined his head again in agreement. Wondering what exactly he had gotten himself into by suggestion Halo make these rounds.

“I am…” he paused, realising then that he had never had another wolf ask him his age before. He glanced past Halo, looking into the past as he looked back over the years. Some long, some short. “Entering my seventh summer” he concluded, believing he had run the math right. “I’ve had no issue with my teeth, and…” A flicker of pain passed fleetingly over the Warlord's face. “In no need of contraception.” he added more softly. “Let me know when you’ve run out of questions, and I’ll explain my sleeping habits to you.”

"Sirius Fatalis"