Blacktail Deer Plateau The sunsets on us all.

Sun spark had seen many come and go, dying from sickness, from age, birth and battle. He was born from blood and bone, born under the moon in the din of a battle. So his heart beat a little stronger than most he liked to think, being tried and true, time and time again. Sun Spark also believed, that even if you weren’t present if you were close to someone, you felt their death in your soul no matter how far away they were. It was as if you felt the subtle shift of the world making room for the new body that would take up space as the old body was taken away.

Sun Spark did not dwell on such thoughts, he had long ago accepted that death came for all, no matter how big or how small. He had seen pups lose their life, and he had seen wolves so old they could not see, hear or walk lose theirs and he had seen those deep in their prime lose their’s. Death did not have favorites, it did not choose to be fair, it just was and the harbinger of death, well he just did his job and he did it well.

Sun Spark fought to keep his leg and his balance when his granddaughter bull rushed him, his laughter ringing out truly to float across the grounds. He maybe old and dying, but he was happily old and dying. Hello ma lil Amelie. W’at has yo’ out of da pack lands, dere are dangers out dere you know.