Don't Take the Money
05-23-2017, 12:53 PM
He had been in something of a daze when he found the hot springs. He seemed to wander aimlessly now for hours on end, no destination in mind, with no real intention to do anything. The Hot Springs, if nothing else, had been found by pure dumb luck. Not that he was complaining, the weather was so cold now that it was winter that the springs were nothing but tempting to the older male. He was only five but his joints still ached and creaked from time to time, leaving him feeling much much older. “A’ll be growin’ grey fer next.” He grumbled to himself as he slipped into one of the more shallow pools and paddled to the edge to rest his head, his body crouched under the water.
Being there reminded him of what would be the first of many clandestine meetings between him and the sister of a rival alpha. A series of pools much like these had been within her pack’s territory and she had coaxed him into relaxing in one while she groomed his fur. His eyes snapped open, his nose wrinkling at the memory. It was one of the better memories he had in his entire life but what it had led up to; her sudden disappearance, was still a raw and gaping wound in his heart.
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