There is no cure for age

The Warlord knew that he trusted Andy to see things done after he was gone. The little purple wolf had a strength inside of her that her siblings would need when his time came. He didn’t think it would be long now, and was scrambling to cover everything he wished to with his pack and family.

“That’s all I ask” He agreed. His companions had faithfully been at his side for many, many years. Bas’s own children lived alongside many of his pack. He did wonder how long Marshal had left, he had lived a long life already.

He put his arm around her again, and closed his eyes. Thinking of all the wolves he had lost in his long life, and wishing he could be there for his children for so much longer. A part of him would always hold so tightly to them. “Is there anything you want? From me, or my things?” He asked her.