Meadowlark Prairie I hope it's already too late

love this!

his name is bronco and hers is fennec.  she makes an effort to commit this to memory, which was not as good these days as it once was.  he tells her they also live nowhere.  but they were two.  they would find their way.  good ambition, she states.  normal too, for wolves in his age group.

the boy could scarcely tell the difference in age between them.  but she could see it in the eye where there was nothing to see at all.  she could feel it when rainfall or night time cold brought aches and shivers in her joints.  she had lived through years that were left to his future.  she hoped they treated him well.  his mate, too.

ingrid lives alone.  perhaps not for much longer.  she would keep the options open.  you will do well.  she says this with certainty.  he seemed like a fine enough fellow.