Ouroboros Spine cottonmouth

He would never regret tying himself to Vairë — not if they lived to be one-hundred — but turning six had left him feeling just a little sheepish. He wasn't a young man anymore, and despite her illness, Valiant thought Vairë must still have a few more good years ahead of her.

It was a laborious climb to the borders; he paused to return the howl when he realized he wouldn't be zipping to the source of the call the way that he used to. It was that leg, still; it'd healed, but some days, it still pained him in a way that made him want to drag his feet. He pushed himself, anyway, and arrived not too late and not too out of breath. And, when he did arrive, it was just so that he could feel silly over thinking about his age. For the wolf before him made him feel almost like a boy again.

It'd been a long time since he'd seen a man who looked so... pretty.

"You've come to Moonglow," he said. Mild and quiet-like, if only to hide the strain he'd put on his body to get there. "Somethin' we can do for you?"