once again facing the problem with naming my wolves such stupid things. how am i supposed to take this dog named gurgle seriously
Gurgle always kept her nose to the ground and ears perked. She was born a scout, and would die a scout. Or so she had thought. It seemed that her determination was no match for the passing of time unfortunately.
As time went on she felt her joints grow stiffer, aching during the colder months. There were times where she simply couldn't do her duties in the winter, instead curling up inside one of the dens. Some of the sweeter pack members would bring over pelts to lay over her, as it seemed that even her fur couldn't bear the test of time, growing thinner and coarser.
Suddenly, her ears weren't what they used to be, sounds that used to be the most obvious things in the world to her, were now practically inaudible. The signs of a moving danger was now only detectable by the vibrations from its feet.
And her sight had grown hazy, small details she could spot with ease before, faded away.
It was all a part of growing old, she supposed. Gurgle couldn't help but feel bitter about it.
Goober had spoken with her about it, gently suggesting that maybe, just maybe, it might be time to start thinking of another way to spend her time.
She had agreed. She was upset, very upset, but she wasn't an idiot. She knew that she would only be putting herself in danger by continuing scouting.
So here she was, laying in a warm patch of sunshine, regaling the youth of the pack with stories of everything she had seen, of everyone she had known. They all watched her with wide eyes and Gurgle realised, looking at their faces awe-filled faces, that perhaps she could live with this.
Scouting was a lonely job, she had often been gone for hours on end, only ever having company if she were bringing an apprentice along. As much as she had adored her role, Gurgle couldn't help but enjoy the attention she was receiving now. While she could no longer put her body to work, her mind was still sharp as ever, and filled with years of knowledge and wisdom.
Being a mentor was alright, she decided. Nothing exciting, but a nice way to spend the rest of her days.
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