Firefly Glen [PHE]Soldiers were once and still men

It felt odd to be on the other side. Like only last week he was young. Too young to enjoy the company of the older wolves. But now he was beginning to feel the opposite. He liked the slower pace. 

The wolf, up close, carried many more scars than he could initially see. Scars one wouldn't just happen upon while living life unless they were sought out.  

"Pepper." he stated. "From Sapphique," he added, after a moment. 

He kept pace with the man as they walked. 

"That one's west o' here, yeah?" 

He'd heard of packs in the area by now, but knew little more than names.