Moonspear In all my years of living

The young girl made the decision, and on shaky, limping legs Hakumele stood to follow. He knew the climb would be tough on his joints, but who was here to stop him? He would climb it if he so pleased!

She questioned how he had been injured, and Hakumele supposed the curiosity was only natural. However, he wasn't too sure himself. It's just a winter cold, hard on a traveling wolf. He responded, lifting his head to check the surrounding scents. My injuries are old, as far as I know. The winter had always made him ache.

He wasn't really sure how much of what he said was true, and he wouldn't mention his failure to feed himself. It was obvious from his thinned state. I stay close to home most winter days, but my daughter ran off in the autumn months. I haven't found her yet.