Sleepy Fox Hollow heimlichtuerei

Reyson dipped his head. Well met. 

Reyson settled to his hindquarters, body slowly adjusting to the lack of movement, breathing evening out. He stretched and then slowly lowered himself further, sphinxlike, just for a moment enjoying the stillness.

It's true. It's a good reminder. There was a time, I thought I'd never make it to the age I am. And now, well it's good to remember that I am living.

Sometimes Reyson felt half dead, his emotions gone, only embers. He had always been quiet, duty bound, didn't fuss, did his duty, was no nonsense, but he had be changed by a sunshine wolf, who lived two lives. And thus Reyson had lived two lives, but now here he was living one alone.