Angusho knew he was going to need to find his son soon. With a couple challenges now under his belt, he was aware just how much his strength was leaving him in his old age. Should he choose to dawdle, his opportunity to put an end to the one who got away would all but crumble at his paws. He had won, and lost, his recent duels, the marks left behind only serving as proof that times were, indeed, changing. No longer could he take on a lion and kill the blighter without much trouble on his part. No longer could he throw his weight around, his powerful paws serving to put even the most stubborn and foolish of opponents into their proper place.
Now things were becoming more of a struggle, even to the point where he couldn't bring himself out as the victor. It was a troubling realization, knowing that he was not to warrior he used to be, but he was not so defeated by time yet to completely lose hope.
After all, he had still won some fights, hadn't he? There was still strength in him. Strength he could hone to better his changes against his son. It wasn't about not being what he used to be, it was about using those changes to his advantage.
He would still kill his son.
As he walked over the soft dirt of the plain, he came to a small patch of water that had collected over the night. Looking into the water, he growled at the reflection. Graying beast, who are you? What have you done with the once powerful Angusho? As much as he knew to deal with his changes and use them, that didn't mean he liked what he knew was becoming of him.
Bending his head down, he took a drink from the still water.
