starved down to skin and bone.

Amos Arphralos · 10-26-2010, 08:18 PM

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Big Grin

The waves were alive. Pushing and pulling, bubbling and humming. Small fish darted amongst the mixture of water and sand, teeny shadows in a lovely blue world. The ocean tugged on Amos' tail, ever so gently. It reminded him of Less, of her gentle caresses and bubbly giggles. But, that was so long ago. Those memories were yellowing, fraying at the edges. Details were slowly being lost, all thanks to age.

Amos' eyes were closed, his werewolf paws placed palm down upon the rock he was sitting on. His feet were submerged in the pool, and had been for awhile. It had been an easy hour that Amos had spent relaxing by the waters. It wasn't like the old wolf had something better to do- he'd already caught himself a young turkey earlier that day.

Cassius had been busy, and with hunting done, there was no better thing to do then to go sit by the ocean. The only negative factor was that Amos had forgotten his cigarettes. It was too far for the old wolf to walk back simply to get them, so today he lasted without them.

Kaena's call, he hadn't been expecting. It whistled past him, suggesting, not demanding, his presence. Once again, he hadn't anything better to do, so Amos slowly got to his paws. His back was full of creaks, but a quick stretch relieved most of the tension in his old body. Smiling curiously, the old coyote turned and slushed to the shore. The walk wasn't too long, but Amos wasn't fast. Besides, the call hadn't been one that bid the listener to hurry.

When he arrived, there were plenty of wolves already gathered. Amos recognized not a soul minus Kaena, but that didn't stop him from smiling grandly. What ah pack! What ah gatha'in! There were wolves of all shapes and sizes, strengths and ages. "Darn tooting." Hummed the old wolf to himself, as he padded over to the edges of the gathered wolves. It was an impressive gathering of faces, that was sure.

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