I feel myself growing old. My time with the pack is coming to an end, and I have yet to pick their next leader. The responsibility looms over me like a storm on the horizon. Of our recent recruits - necessary only after so many others left - I have taken one as my mate. Perhaps she will provide an heir. Perhaps my pack will be forced to choose a new leader themselves. Stars above, spirits below, please, guide my paws and theirs to the right choice.
Our senior packmates grow old, as well. It is uncertain how much longer I will have my loyal scout, Downwind Wing, by my side, and I know that when he goes, Chinook Fin, the very wolf that helped me found this pack, will not be far behind. I cannot let the pack know but. . . I am scared.
I fear the parts of their futures I cannot see. I fear the future that I cannot guide them through.
It is done.
Silk Wind has birthed four beautiful pups, and of them, my heir has been chosen.
She is beautiful. She is strong. And she looks just like me.
With her young scouts by her side, she will guide her pack well. I know it.
Downwind Wing has joined our ancestors' ranks, and Chinook Fin, my dear companion, has taken his place as a mentor. Their pups, Weasel Paw and Wriggling Salamander, have taken up their roles well.
I am trying so hard to leave behind a strong pack for my pups to inherit. May they use their strengths to guide each other well.
Angel Oak
Cliff Swallowtail
Baltimore Checkerspot
Arctic White
Scattered Bones
Blue Jay Feather Decor
Grouse Feather Decor
Ebony Jewelwing
Scar: Ear [Left]
Arizona White Oak Sapling