Some things can't be forgiven

Was that disappointment he felt? He was tired and old, done with the aches and long disappointments of reality. He had lived longer than most wolves. He was obsolete, a relic of a time now over. The Armada no longer needed him. His children were grown, living lives of their own. His time was over, was it not?


But Deathbelle was not here to grant him peace. In fact, it seemed her purpose was more to stir. He started, surprised at her words. He was not dead, but she was not willing to let him leave. What did she intend with him?


Enjoying the odd freedom this not-dream granted his old body he bounded lightly on the tips of his paws, ready to fight or flee, while remaining unsure why he felt doing so was necessary.