“You are welcome, Seraphina. I am only glad that I managed to help you.” Myrrhis smiled, watching the girl dart over to the moose carcass and inspect it carefully, explaining a tradition from her birth pack. “That is an interesting tradition. A tradition I remember my Ava teaching me is a blessing to be said over a meal, when we’ve brought down an animal.” Falling silent, Myrrhis remembered the blessing clearly and she spoke it over every animal she hunted, even if it was just a simple mouse. The silence stretched for a few moments as Myrrhis thought before piping up.
“So this pack of yours, the one you have just joined, would they allow another wolf into their ranks?” Myrrhis questioned politely, as Seraphina continued to loosen the horns of the moose. “I am looking for a pack to settle into for a long time, since my old bones cannot take much more traveling, I should think.” Myrrhis spoke the truth. She wanted a pack to settle into for as long as she could, possibly until she could no longer be useful even and would go off quietly to die.
It was true though, that Myrrhis was getting on in her years. Her eyesight had begun failing her, things turning fuzzy in the distance and her joints aching more often during the colder months or when it was about to rain. To be a a part of a pack would take the edge of having to hunt for food all the time and looking for a safe place to sleep.