Sunbeam Lair natural obsolescence

He knew how it sounded, but did not want her to worry--no matter how dire it sounded. He had come this many miles already, persisted, and eked by just enough to still stand today. I will, the pale wanderer nodded as he wished that she understand that his fate would be his choice. Careful or not, he would only have to find out what would await him in the weeks to follow--and, if all went well, maybe afterward he might find himself ready to settle in a bit more with an actual pack for the first time in ages.

With him, he would carry her good graces on. He offered them back in return, for whatever they were worth, and went on his own way. Farewell, he said softly at last, then left.