The Desire that Grows, The Love that Slows

Sun Spark worked and walked his old limbs shaky and his every step he measured. But he was still moving around, still alive. That was more than he could say for most wolves his age. As he walked the stiffness sort of worked it's way out of his limbs, but not 100 percent yet. He shuffled along and he noticed another wolf coming towards him. She was black like his daughter, but she was not his daughter he could tell by the way she carried herself. His Blue she carried herself with grace, whereas this wolf here she carried herself with a purpose.

Her step was heavy as if something weighed on her and her face was sad, yet open and he studied her from afar before he chuffed at her quietly. He walked a little closer and spoke softly once he got near enough to her W'at's a Mattah Chile? I'm Sun Spark by da way.