Blacktail Deer Plateau I'd Rather Not

To Kisu "prime years" were ages one to three. Where he was strong and healthy and able to fight several wolves without dying. Scratches were given, though. By the time he had turned five, the age he was now, he felt like his bones were starting to creak, he was walking slower, he was more tired. He hadn't given it any thought that he might be depressed, but would have wiped the idea away instantly. He had more energy when he would see his children, but it didn't dawn on him that he did.

"I am nearly six," he spoke brusquely, feeling more than a little self-conscious, like he could be the grandpa of the pack. (And he could be a grandpa if his son had produced any litters).