Nostalgic Daydreams

The world was...peaceful here. A far cry from what the atmosphere used to be like when Fireside was here. He could already imagine all the voices and rowdiness of the pack, the score of pups and family that ran amok here. He breathed a sigh as he thought about the past. Sure, the Pirates was as close as he'd get to Fireside, but sometimes he missed what had been left in the past. Ah, but that was a part of moving on, wasn't it? At some point, anyway. Maybe that's why he drank so much...but he had slowed down a bit since he found that he had kids. But they weren't yet with him in the pack.

He lay his head on his forepaws as he watched the buffalo herd go about their grazing business and doing buffalo things. Suddenly, he didn't feel so hungry...he was content for once in his life to just watch. Maybe that was part of getting older. However, when he felt like he was about to drift off into a nap, his ear twitched at the sound of someone approaching, and then his name. He whipped his head around in surprise, blinking as if he were seeing something strange for the first time. When it registered, a grin slowly began to appear and his tail thumped on the ground. "Long time, no see, stranger!" How long had it been since he'd seen his littermate? He had no frickin' clue! But it seemed she had made her way back again.