Hoshor Plains gentlelady

lestan did not often feel his age, or felt he looked it. life away from large collections of wolfkind, time alone to hone his body, and his own lack of dwelling upon it — it made age feel less important.
if kirain had understood, she would have said so. the guileless way in which the other responded told lestan that she certainly did not grasp his allusion.
"never mind," he smiled, feeling foolish and wrong for having even thought of such a thing. "it's very broad. and after all, y-you already answered. we are his c-companions," the mayfair moved along, hoping kirain would not wish to revisit it.
"the sun will be up in a few hours," the tracker observed next, glancing skyward. "w-would you like to hunt now or l-later?"