Morningside Cuesta On The Edge

"Four," Grayday offered, now sizing the other male up once more. Seven years? he thought, something a bit like relief blooming in his chest. If he can look that good... "But I'm already going blind," he added, ears falling back. He'd be lucky to make it to seven, and his pack... decidedly not. He hated to think of losing the sense completely, and being unable to function without a helper by his side.

"So, what brought you out this way?" he asked, wondering if Adrastos had left to avoid becoming a burden, as Grayday planned to do when he was old. But the male still looked to be in fighting shape, and Day doubted he would be labelled as a burden anytime soon. Where was his pack? Shouldn't a man like this be surrounded by his grandchildren?