Dragoncrest Cliffs The Weak are Curel

Shalon nodded at the boy young man, "Almost 6 months hey." She looked him over again with her silver orbs, appreciating his youth, absorbing the energy she had been lacking. Until his second statement. In which case her smile dropped, and she looked over at the young man with a more piercing look. "Forty?" She visibly deflated after her own reideration, she wasn't made persay, just stunned. "Do I look that old to you?" While it was an exagerration, Shalon hadn't thought she looked so old. "I am only 5, Bobbin. Generally wolves don't live much longer than 10 years old." Saying such things aloud made her realize that her life was half over. "I suppose I am rather old, especially to someone who is only six months old."

She tried to let the feeling go, that fact that she was 5 years old was a daunting realization. "I guess," Shalon spoke softly, "my life is half over." A challenging topic to bring forward to a young one, however perhaps it was only the young that could make you feel young again.