Blacktail Deer Plateau Little by little

Thistle knew that her lustrous shine had long ago been gone. Her pelt was now a bit dull, and her eyes though still a bright blue, they were watery and she had a little trouble with far away things. her tawny fur was growing gray around it and her muzzle, well it was white. Not much different from her paws.

She was turned from her thoughts by the hollered "ello and she lifted down head and stared at him with steel in her gaze. She was still after all a wolf. Still a wild being, though it was gently tempered with kindness.

Hello. She chuckled at his words and held up a paw and pointed it at him. We both know lovely has gone to seed. But I am on my way to the coast.

He reminded her a bit of Pump, she smiled as she realized she would see Pump again. Soon.