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Weary paws moved from the pack lands and onto the emberwood. Muscles ached and joints ached, and the cold bit harder than it used too. But he continued on. He had known that his body would fail him eventually, and he thought he had been ready for it, but now as he went upon a downward spiral. It made him very uncomfortable.

He remembered how his mother had handled her aging with grace, and he was determined to do the same. Sandy fur, now turning lighter with age, blew with the wind.

He bent his nose to the ground, sniffing out for any type of prey. Their stores would not go empty, because his body was beginning to age. It may take him a little extra time, but he'd do it none the less. He'd go to the river for fish if he didn't catch anything.