Hideaway Strath Getting old sucks

Artok shifted. Saw her hovering, there worried. It made him smile, just a bit. He shifted and shook his pelt free of the water that clung to him. His long downy fur was wet and bedraggled sticking to every line and curve. It would be clear where once muscle had been, his was showing, but he was still fairly hearty for an older male.

If it had been anyone, but Miss. Arlette, he would have said something crude and disgusting about her eyeing his muscles, but as it was she. He curbed his tongue. Realizing he had learned a little more than he thought he had growing up. Though a small smile still lit up his face, and made his eyes dance with mirth.

They did yes. I also learned to adapt almost anything to it. So my body works differently than a wolf like you with four working legs. I have better balance on three legs for one.

Artok's eyes glittered dangerously. Because I wasn't her son. When I arrived and the coward named Malachi let me in with safety at the borders. Within hours, I was found by that she bitch, and she lost her mind. Told me I wasn't welcome, that the glacier was for her children, not another child. And she attacked me. I tried to fight. Truly I did, but i was still a pup, barely able to survive on my own. So I managed to get away from her, before she killed me, but i kinda wish I had let her finish the job.