Deepwood Weald black wings

She remembered her time as a Teekon-area loner mainly with fondness. The worst of it had come in the end, when she'd felt bottle-necked into the packlife which had only changed things too rapidly for her tastes at the time. But, on the whole, it had done her well. She was thankful for where it lead to: here.

She chuffed softly. Old? "Well you do not look the part," she shrugged back as if it may be any consolation. She had not seen him for a time and it was not anything that she'd thought about him, but age was a relative thing for her -- and she certainly did not see herself as old. "I personally prefer experienced," she reasoned with a smirk, doubting he was all that much older than her, anyway.