I Call to the Young

Regner Vilhelmsen · 06-02-2012, 07:25 PM

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Old bones creaked and groaned in protest as Regner strode briskly through the halls of the courthouse, ignoring his bodies protests at moving so quickly. The elderly warrior's health had deteriorated quite rapidly recently and on some days, such as today, he was beginning to find even the most simple tasks caused him pain, aching joints and wheezing lungs plaguing those days.

Despite his troubles Regner fought to not let his routines be affected wherever possible, not wanting to let the frailties of his body win. That was why he lumbered towards Jazper's call rather than lay down and rest.

There were many gathered to watch the ceremony when Regner arrived in the great hall but Regner knew few of them. As his activity had dropped and the pack had grown Regner had become more and more out of tune with the packs members to the point where a sea of unfamiliar faces greeted him rather than the crowds of friends he had known in his youth.

That was another side effect of the melancholy that had settled over Regner as he became less and less active; he found himself thinking often back to the Broderskab and to happier times. Back to when sparring, hunting and even just running were things he did daily and not just fond memories.

With a sigh Regner sniffed deeply, picking Adelle's scent out of the sword. Smiling slightly Regner pushed his way through to stand by his granddaughter, barking out a quick greeting in Danish to her before he leant back against the wall her tail was assaulting, watching over the proceedings with a solemn look.

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