"I suppose old cold warriors have to do something with themselves."

The old warrior looked into the boy's sad blue eyes.

It was not until later that she learned the older warrior's name.

An old warrior of their tribe had told him the story.

There he found many of the older warriors and the young men.

Although by this time an older warrior with white hair, he wanted both hands free to fight.

The least he could do was save the child of the older warrior.

The old warriors stood still, watching with their small red eyes.

The old warrior pushed himself to his feet and turned to leave.

Since then, they've learned the value of their older warriors' experience.