Redtail Rise paua

Silence unfurled between them, only briefly. The question nearly startled him, but it answered one of his own: at least one of them spoke. Sylvan considered the words for a moment.

Easier to fall into a routine with borders to guard and packmates to feed, He'd spent too much of his life in service to others to be alone now; it wasn't a question of survival but of his sanity. This pack had been his choice because of its size and its population of youth. A thriving place for him to settle down and finish out the slow rotting of middle age. I picked this pack because it's strong. Not likely to crumble any time soon. Unless there's some war I don't know about. Humor flashed behind his eyes with his last words.