Thalos was honestly at a loss. Faro wasn’t doing well... She hadn’t been for some time. Though he wanted to protect her, to shelter her, it seemed that there was little he could do. He hadn’t spoken to Arkay or Félicien about it but he was wondering if Farore might need to go to Ahlon with their parents in order to get better. The thought of that had his heart grow cold. He wasn’t sure he could bear to lose anymore family... They’d already lost so much. All they had left was Féli, Sophi, and each other.
He wasn’t eager to go to the meeting either. Hearing the howl first, then ‘licien’s voice he’d sigh deeply. He really didn’t want to leave Farore’s side... But he supposed, to be a “good” little wolf he’d better go check and see what it was that Bass wanted. With a quiet promise to be back as soon as he could Thally would emerge from the den. He’d definitely need to speak to Arkay and Félicien about Faro... But for now that could wait.
Thalos was far from the first to arrive, but he didn’t care. The travel through the mud had made the trip less than pleasant, and the bore wore a grumpy face as he trailed up behind Arkay. Only a gentle, affectionate nudge was given to his brother as any sort of greeting. Then he’d find himself his own rock to sit on, eyes and ears towards Bass. He was looking forward to getting this over with.
