Hideaway Strath Getting old sucks

Artok shifted his weight and lifted one of his shoulders.

I don't know exactly why. I was too weak to go to the pack meeting that day. I just remember her coming back, frantic and making me move. Even though she didn't want too, because the pack was going to chase her back. She called Malachi a coward I believe and said he couldn't protect either of us. And that is why we went to Kove. It was before she had her own pack and babies. Her and Kove weren't even official yet if memory serves.

Artok grew silent, remembering that day and Miss. Scarlett. And a painful twinge grew in his chest. He missed her. And he had left her just like everyone else. He really was a selfish bastard wasn't he. He shook his head and tuned into what Miss. Arlette was saying. He'd make it up to Miss. Scarlett. He'd stay near Arlette until he literally couldn't anymore.

Artok chuckled, and smirked. Hell yes my scars are bad ass. A youthful cockiness showing through. A image of what he would have been as a youth, had she met him then.

The limp, eh not so much, but i've gotten so used to it. I don't notice it except on bad days. Though, they are more than less, these days.