Redhawk Caldera Two large gulps of free-range oxygen

Osprey said she did feel old, then mentioned their upcoming birthday. Peregrine furrowed his brow at her and reassured her that, "We are not old. We're in the prime of our lives! We won't be old for, like, another year or two." He chortled under his breath. To a human, a wolf's lifetime might seem awfully short and two years was nothing at all. To Peregrine, it was an age. After all, a wild wolf would be lucky to reach eight.

"What makes you feel old? Is it physical? Or mental?" he queried. He wasn't taking it too seriously, so the look on his face was one of amusement mixed with brotherly concern. But there was always the threat of sicknesse and disease lurking in the back of any middle-aged person's (or wolf's) mind and his sister had already dealt with one significant illness in her day. Who knew what would take them in the end; it could be old age or a fatal accident or terminal cancer.