<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7ZmZwLk.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Kize</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Rank: Elder<br/>Location: Near Nuka and Jag</span><br/>OOC: </strong><br/><br/>Kize was used to her daughter spending long amounts of time away from her. Ever since she became a Tracker and was able to leave the den, the she wolf ventured out for as long and far as she could. It made her sad, missing her pup’s company, but proud at the same time. She hoped Relic would find a good strong partner that would keep her safe, just as Kar was. She sighed longingly, curling into her little hole in the ground. It was near the main densite, tucked away under all the snow. It was such a pain having to dig out all that snow when winter came, but at least it didn’t usually collect rain water. When morning broke, she carefully pulled herself from her den and took time to stretch her limbs. She wasn’t the oldest wolf by any means, but her body still ached and complained all the same. She getting up there in age, and all the pops and pains of arthritis reminded her.<br/><br/>She came back to see that she really hadn’t been dozing off too long,<strong>Tsuki</strong>and<strong>Zuya</strong>appeared to still be talking. She narrowed her eyes at<strong>Tsuki</strong>and wondered what that meek little she wolf was doing looking high and mighty with their alpha like she belonged next to him. She much preferred the last wolf, she appeared to be a little more inept at the task of being an alphaess. Her only wrong step was challenging their alpha. Such a silly action. Kize’s gaze bore into the younger she wolf, hoping that maybe she could feel them like daggers. It’s not that she didn’t like<strong>Tsuki</strong>, she just believed she wasn’t worthy enough to be next to<strong>Zuya</strong>. She was always a snappy wolf, but in her old age she became more judgemental and a “know your place” sort of wolf.<br/><br/>The old she wolf huffed and turned away from them. She was irritated, but she could poke at him later. She hobbled herself around the densite, getting in some exercise. It was something she always did to keep herself in shape. For an old wold, she was doing pretty well I as she kept up, after all old habits die hard. Training was just something she lived and breathed when she was younger, it was something she and her mate had in common and did together. She passed by<strong>Nuka</strong>and<strong>Jag</strong>, over hearing him speaking about the dark trait. She’d heard him speak of it before, and quite honestly she never really thought much about it. But his talk did remind her of the nights of Elder Moon she shared with the pack before it was banned. While she saw the potential in the bad, she did like the stories that were told and it wasn’t all terrible. Maybe, if she could remember them, she could share her own tales. The old she wolf found a spot among the other wolves and curled up, enjoying what little warmth the sun had to offer.<strong> “Don’t go off telling scary stories to the young ones just yet, Nuka.”</strong>She smiled, having taken up a seat nearby.<br/>