Give Me More

Kassander was very late as he slunk into the meeting, tail and head low with embarrassment. He should have known it was time for one of Katja's meetings, but frankly he'd forgotten and gone south to gather herbs. The pack's stores were low for certain items with the respiratory ills that some of them were facing, but it was frustratingly difficult to find much of use in the south either with the constant rains overwatering and rotting many herbs. He'd found some, though, maybe enough to replenish the stock, and had even made it back up north before hearing Katja's howl. He'd stood, aghast, with his mouth full of herbs needing to be dried still or they'd be ruined, until Rommel had finally gently taken the herbs from him and chased him off towards the meeting with the admonition that the fox and Remy between them could manage just fine to dry out plants. It seemed he'd even managed to insert himself into the group before Katja began her meeting, barely, but he was clearly the last one to arrive by a long margin. Passing his bicolored gaze over the pack, he was chagrined to realize that they were much reduced in numbers and... a certain vibrancy, than at the last meeting. Had they dwindled so much in such a short time? Was it his fault? If he'd worked harder in his role as a healer, shouldn't he have been able to help keep the pack bonded together? This was like Ebony all over again, wasn't it? Val fighting to keep the pack from trickling away like water through a sieve, and him doing nothing to help. Troubled, he shifted his paws. Maybe he ought to find a way to support the pack, beyond just repairing their bodies.