With his growing age, Deerstalker had retired from Scouting to look after his new litter of pups- his and Mists future and legacy.
But he could feel it in his bones that the reaper would soon be here for him. Curling up with his pups for one last night, he nuzzled each of them affectionately, gave a knowing look to his mate, and pressed his snout to hers.
"Farewell my love, raise them well"
