you see a lot, doctor.

Hills, water, fresh air... what more could a man who'd seen his youth wither away wish from the world? Even his eyes had begun to acquire a crusty and glazed over look, never mind the wrinkled prunes that remained of his glory.

Up ahead, a figure. Size, gait, posture, scent were all quickly analyzed by his wolven senses : female. Perfect. Now he just needed a beer and a sandwich, or whatever their equivalents were in the realm of the wild.

He held his tail confidently and strode forwards. "That's a fine chest you have there. Want mine to be above you?", he wagged in good nature. He smiled pleasantly with his mouth, serious as can be. Old men didn't have time to fart around with the social anxieties and wasteful awkwardness of the youngsters.