She was old, and she knew it. Her sliver tones, light sandy color hid any grays that had not originally meant to be there, but Anu felt the age that had been placed on her bones. Her form did not show the years that she could claim, and some might think her plain timber hue beautiful. Her features were light and soft, but Anu felt nothing but old as she walked up the stairs. The end of the season did such things to her. Mornings were filled with tending the garden, and the fruit trees that lived within it were in need of harvest. Her back hurt slightly, and the jar of fresh water for the potted plants in her room was beginning to look appetizing.
Walking slowly up the stairs with an eerie silence Anu noticed the small wolfess that padded across the hallway and into one of the rooms. Blue eyes followed in silence and she was tempted to see what the young pup was after. Instead she headed towards her room. It was small, because of the bed she loved and the window that looked out onto the meadow beyond the Manor. It was close enough so that she could hear the faintest hint of a whine. It was enough for the Lt General to venture down the hall, and poke her head into the room the pups shared. Wondering if anything was wrong she looked before asking. If it were nothing but puppy play she would let it go, but when her eyes came over the panic-stricken pup the fey asked.
“What’s wrong love?”