Hideaway Strath Getting old sucks

Artok awoke, body aching in places he hadn't realized he could ache. He would attribute it to some of his more permiscuous activities of late, and also his absolute shitty body that was now failing him. Granted, it had always failed him since he had been barely 6 months old and his scarring wound had started. However, he had managed, he had moved on. But now. Nothing could fix this but death.

Though now he stood on shaky limbs, stretching the muscle there. The ever present ache. It slowly began to unknot itself, and he hoped it would hurry, because he really had to piss and soon. He yawned, again. Tongue lolling from mouth, white fur crytaline with dew as he shook.