Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

Heph considered the other wolf's words. It seemed as if her pack or perhaps just her in particular felt a certain respect to the old. While she understood the theory she had had more trouble putting it into practice. Though she was fairly sure she was older than the she-wolf next to her she was still younger than many other wolves that she had come across. "hmm respecting my elders was not something I was very good at." There was a vague kind of shrug of her shoulders at the end.

She hummed and sat further back on her haunches at the wisdom. It made sense in a way, although she had never stopped much to think about what was after death. But while she could recognize the wisdom in the words she was content with the way her life was going and had a hard time imagining herself taking more care of her life - wasn't the greatest care one could take ensuring that life was filled to the brim with what made one feel alive - getting close to death? "I think I understand your point, but it seems to be like something you do not know if you have accomplished until you have died early or late." Her head turned and slightly and she looked towards the ocean. The vast impossibility of such an answer and the vastness of the sea. "So much worry over an impossible answer."