Elkhart

Elkhart has seen many years, many litters, many wounds and many diseases, he's watched two alphas pass, many of his best and closest friends depart, even his mate leave to join the stars, and now, at nearly 7 years old himself, keeping the pack healthy has become tiring, and as his old bones ache, he longs to rejoin his mate and friends in the night sky.

Elkhart groggily opened his eyes, the medicine den no longer around him. Confused, he stood up, and was surprised at how quickly he moved, and how there was no pain in his aging bones. He stood for a moment, his tail slowly starting to wag as he pieced together what was going on.
"Char?" he called, excited to see his mate, "Crimson? Six?" he began looking around, not seeing any of his packmates. Discouraged, his tail drooped and his head hung, until he heard his name being called by a faintly familiar voice.
"ELKHART!" the voice called, and before Elkhart could look up, his mate was barreling into him, jumping and spinning like a pup.
The two now spend their days hunting, cuddling, and watching over their pack.
RIP Elkhart. Died 03/28/2023 at 7 years, 8½ months.