Sleekwing was not so young as he had once been. With each passing season the heather painted wolf felt little bit older, but he did not think that such a bad thing. In his many years he had seen and done all sorts of things. Though he had never taken a mate, he had known love in its many forms. The love between imprints, even if she had not chosen his heart for hers. The love and loss of friends, those that he held especially dear in his memories who perhaps he had not held close enough when they lived. But above all the love that a father felt for his children. Each was now grown and living a life of their own - and he could hardly believe that his youngest were now six years old themselves. He was even a grandfather, precious Soma who lived in the wilds with her father.

Now, as oft he ever did, he wondered what lives his children were leading. The large male rested easily upon the ledge of a cliff in the lower region of the mountains, just high enough that he could see the Aplos river beyond the trees that fringed the borders he had once dutifully patrolled. Now the life he led was much more simple, but he did not resent such a thing. His senior body was no longer capable of such things, much less fighting off a threat if it were to present itself. A small grin pulled at the edges of his lips as he thought of Los, imagining what hell his brutish son would unleash on anyone who threatened Soma or her mother. He pondered where Mana might be, and what she was up to - always the most similar to their mother Malina, and thus something of an enigma. Alcmene, he was sure, still stood loyal to Glorall, as she had all her life. But did she have a family of her own, or was she so bound to duty - like her father - that she let opportunity slide by? He knew Israfel to be well, his youngest boy visiting the pack lands every so often to check up on things or bring news. What of his littermate, Moonfeather, though? The girl had answered a call, and call that her grandmother had also answered, to travel the world and learn all she could of healing and the shaman arts. Though he had wished her a fond farewell and all the best to achieve her goals, he also ached for her to return so that he would know she was safe and sound.

His tail swept across the stone surface he lay upon, unwittingly casting some fallen leaves over the edge to cascade down to the path below. Inhaling deeply, a heavy sigh followed shortly thereafter. Perhaps it was long past due that he get his old bones in motion once more and sought out his children himself. Before it was too late, he thought morbidly with a soft chuckle to himself. After all, he wasn't getting any younger.