Hideaway Strath Getting old sucks

Artok was in a foul mood. His body hurt, and it pissed him off. He heard loping feet, and for a moment he thought about ignoring it, he didn't look to see who it was, but then her voice came to him and he stood straighter, lifted his head. Golden eyes meeting her red ones. And he smiled.

Mornin' Miss. Arlette. He returned her gentle smile. Though he longed to say yes, he wasn't sure if his body could handle it today. He also knew that she was a healer, a medic. She would never push him to far, he didn't imagine. And he just liked her. Plain and simple. Liked her a lot, which most could not boast of from him.

I"ll help you gladly. He shifted, but shook his head. But excuse me a moment.

He trotted to a space away from her, given her privacy. She was a genteel lady after all. He relieved himself. And then returned quickly.

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