Broken Antler Fen Thistle of Lorraine

Funny, how your life can run for weeks with nothing extraordinary or mention-worthy happening, and than in a matter of few days you happen to collect quite a few of very beautiful moments - like a handful of shiny gems to play with and reminisce later. Usually Wraen would have replied with something witty to the "thank you for being you", but for some reason it felt as if silence was the most appropriate response. Anything else would spoil the moment. She dwelled on it a little while longer, then leaned over to give a heartfelt nuzzle on Ibis's cheek too and with a promise of stopping by and bringing something tasty to her, she watched her niece waddle away. 

It occurred to her now that Terance had never got a chance to meet his grandchildren. In fact, his life had been so intense and short, he had never got a chance to grow old. Not like Wraen. And she often wondered, whether he had the easy way out not having to experience the gradual decline that came with every passing year. But then... every arthritic wolf needs a hobby to keep their mind of such sad thoughts and this particular one decided that, if it was meant to be, it would be truly spectacular to live another year. Just to see new life come forth and grow.