The old beaten paths

There was a lot of familiarity to be found in settling in beside Tamsyn. He rubbed absently at his chest, feeling the weight of his age and the press of his memories. There were many things in life that he missed, and having Tamsyn at his side was one of them. Zee. The strength of his youth, and that fire that had driven him in his younger years. But he would not give up his children to feel the ache in his joints fade.

Life happened, and there was much to love about what was around him right now as well. This mountain he had chosen for his pack was a fine place. He could only hope his grandchildren, and great grandchildren could build many memories here.

He grinned as Tamsyn spotted one of his grandchildren, watching for a moment as they frolicked and played, a little dot below them. “Wylan, his oldest” He said in answer to her question. “You're more than welcome to see anyone you wish here, and to stay as long as you like.” His home was open to her. He hesitated at her last question, finding it to be unexpectedly painful. …No” he said after a pause. “No, I don’t believe you will.” His voice was wistful and soft. Too many wolves gone without so much as a goodbye.


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