Dusty

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I could feel my age starting to get to me. I chose not to take on a pack name when I first got here as a stray almost eight years ago. It took a while for them to accept it, but eventually they did.

Sometimes I glanced around my pack and wondered if they could see how weak I was getting. Someone flopped down beside, resting their chin on their paws. Wingfur, my mate.

Wingfur removed himself from his deputy duties after a clash with a bear. He figured that when I passed, he wouldn't make a good leader if he was injured and limping around. I suppose it was time for him to retire soon.

"When are you gonna retire, Wingfur?" I asked him.

"When you move on to StarPack, Dusty," he responded. "Then I'll be depressed there."

"I wish our age wasn't so drastically different," I said. "And I'm glad you weren't from this pack originally. I don't think I could be your mate if I helped raise you."

"Blazeheart and Rainfur did it," Wingfur commented. "I miss him."

"Me too," I replied.

"Look at us," Wingfur said. "Just like two elders gossiping."

"You're not old, Wingfur."

"Feels like it," he said, stretching his injured hind leg out. "I wish I could still scout like I used to. I guess I could make myself purposeful by pup sitting."

"No, Wingfur. You hate sitting and watching. You could be a mentor. That wouldn't be too strenuous."

"Yeah, I guess. I'm not a very good teacher, though," he said.

"I can ask Tanfoot to put you with one of the laid back hunting parties," I replied. "You can be the stalker."

"Maybe," Wingfur said, setting his head back down on his paws.

"Wingfur..." I said. "Don't dwell on me leaving you behind. After I'm gone, I want you to be happy and find another mate."

"I'm not going to be able to," Wingfur replied.

"You have to try," I replied.