Moonspear In all my years of living

In the corner of his eye he spotted a unfamiliar figure, though he may be more recognizable to her. He had missed quite a few faces in his rest. She appeared young with a dark coat.

His ears twitched, and with a gesture of his head he called her over. You - are you busy? And idea popped into his head and he spoke, and suddenly he was back to ignoring his sore joints.

He wouldn't leave on his own, but he was hungry.