Well, what now

After the initial "i'm home" anxieties, he felt a bit calmer. He didn't quiet fear leaving his den as much as he had, but maybe that was because the packlands were quiet due to the sickness that was spreading. He constantly had medicinal herbs tucked away in his little bag that might help whomever he came across. Abaven would pull through it, he knew. Everyone was healthy, well fed. He doubted anyone would succumb to an illness like this, but one couldn't be sure. So he was vigilant. Exhausted, but vigilant. Even if it did take him far too long to sort through his herbs, even if he had to force himself like he never had to before, he would do everything he could to help his packmates.

But he couldn't help but think about his other friends. He couldn't stop thinking about Cathaoir, and worried about his health, or about Jaelle. He hoped they were okay, and under the care of knowledgable and competant healers. He hoped, he hoped. With a sigh, he shook the thought from his head and continued on, knowing worrying about them wouldn't help his family here. He just had to keep searching for herbs that might be useful, had to keep...keep going with this, because he needed too. Had too.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"