What is this truth

Bindi seemed up to the challenge of fixing things, or so FitzDutiful interpreted her words. "Thank you," he said to her, allowing her to lean on him and revelling in the embrace her touch provided him. It was warm and comforting, a sign that things weren't too broken for them. "But don't expect me to be telling you to go while I have my wits about me." he said, with a small hint of laughter in his voice. He couldn't make promises for the future - he had learnt that now - but the present said that he would want her with him always.

A realisation came to him. "We're the last two founder's here. No one else remains from Silvertip Mountain's start. Only us, only we know and have experienced the full history of this pack - what a ride it's been so far, eh?" he let the words hang. Five full turnings of the moon they had lived on this mountain, five short months and the original members had gone; but their new members, their new members were loyal and as much pack as the original.