Blacktail Deer Plateau One

"I'll have to defer to your years of experience," he returned somewhat cheekily, not bothering to hide his smile as he did so. Truthfully they weren't terribly far apart, but he knew she was older by some. Age had never been something he had tried to outrun, but as he thought on it, he guessed it had snuck up on him all the same. He was not by any means old, but half a lifetime was still a long time to have accomplished none of the standard "fulfilling" milestones. Would he carry regrets? He assumed he'd find out someday, for fate had a way of turning out the way it wanted.

"We'll be the terrors of the pack - two old grumps sniping at any around." He couldn't picture the other adults, Lasher or Blue Willow, aging so indecently. But himself? At least it would keep things interesting, as he assumed once the stiffness did set in there wasnt much else to do with a day. "they might even try to give us away.". Now that was an amusing picture.