Wishing, Wanting, Waiting
Koron had been running out of the territory to find and gather all sorts of herbs for her friend. She was glad to see him smiling once more, dedicated to his new craft… though burying himself in his studies probably wasn’t too healthy either. One step at a time though, right? She found him in his new den as usual, Razor’s old one, and set some fresh herbs at his paws. They were used to stop bleeding and infection from what Alfie had gathered about them primarily… His blue gaze flicked to Koron and he offered her a smile.
“You didn’t run into any trouble out there, right Koron?” Alfred asked, wanting to make sure the fox was alright. He scooted a bit closer to her, looking her over quickly before giving a satisfied nod. She was safe… and that was what mattered.