Post by Kaziph on Sept 18, 2010 10:36:51 GMT -5
The days passed in gentle laps, time and ages on end never ceasing in the cycle of life. For Cassiel, his time was coming to an end. It was not over yet, but with the coming winter his body was too old and worn, surely, to make it through. He knew there were other wolves his age and older still that survived, but something within him had broken. Perhaps it was his spirit… at least a part of it. And his back was growing worse and worse. He no longer hunted but relied on what the rest of the clan brought him. It was a sad case, but it was time.
His frame was stretched out beneath the sun on a rocky ridge. No grass grew here, only soil and stones. It was a hard bed, but it was nice for sunbathing. Soaking up the last of the dying afternoon's rays gave the old brute comfort. A yawn creased his muzzle as his thoughts wandered. Where is my Epitaph? Cass's eyes flickered open drearily, then closed. Where is my son?