Blacktail Deer Plateau I was young once and battle born

@Peregrine just for you before he dies :D

Golden orbs opened up as night descended on the plateau and dark crippled body stood to his feet and he looked around. He was restless as of late, his breathing and rest erratic and practically non existent. He wheezed once as he struggled to his feet, the arthritis and the dysplasia eating his joints and hips from the inside out. He struggled to walk a few feet, to work the numbness and the stumble out of his step. He sighed and hung his grizzled head, he did not know how much longer he could hang on for the pack and his daughter. He was trying for them all, those that wanted his stories and knowledge, his daughter and foster granddaughter that wanted his love. It was a lot on his former broad shoulders, now stooped with age and gray.

He made it to the edge of the plateau and sat down stretching as his body cracked and popped and made funny noises, that he only attributed to age. He was old, older than he ever thought he’d live most of the men he had known dying young and in battle.