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Once, Bronze had been so cold and distant from everything -- including his family, and the woman he had loved since he was a child. He had abandoned her; not just once, but twice.. but oh, how he had changed. Life seemed to be slowing down, mirroring his own body's deterioration. He would embrace death with open arms, and try so hard to regret nothing, but until then he was simply happy to be alive.

His attention was grasped as the voice of another broke through the crisp morning air. Slowly his gaze found the male, brown eyes bright with interest and alertness, despite his obvious age. A nod was offered in greeting, a gentle grin toying at his lips. "I'd love some," he spoke honestly, his voice gruff and serious -- but not at all lacking in warmth. His gaze told him he had found a fellow warrior, and he couldn't help but like him a bit from the get go. He had fought for something, and had clearly won -- otherwise he wouldn't be standing here today.

Another wolf was lingering nearby. A younger female. He gave a gentle did of his cranium in greeting, tail flicking idly at his paws. "I'm Bronze, of the Kingdom of Seracia," he introduced himself, speaking also to the man that had approached him initially.