Catch me if you can

The sound of Katja's commanding howl reached him as he was sorting through his den with help from both Rommel and Remy. Herbs only lasted for so long before they lost their efficiency or went bad completely, so there was inevitably waste at the end of winter. With spring bringing new plant life to gather, he was throwing out anything that wasn't usable and could be replaced immediately. He was making plans with Remy for the year's brewing as well, though it would be some time yet before a lot of the ingredients came ripe. They'd need to start making storage jars long before then, though, so he was going through what he already had and planning an expedition for the three of them to retrieve clay from somewhere to begin making new ones.

That would be put on hold for the moment though, and as soon as the alpha called Kassander began to wiggle his way out of the disarrayed cave to answer it. He was a healer by rank, but low enough in rank that he would have been required to answer the call even if he didn't want to. He did want to, though, seeing it as part of his duty as a healer. Good nutrition was great preventative medicine, after all, so it was his duty as healer to be certain that the pack was receiving that proper nutrition. He left Remy still sorting through the herbs with his tiny paws and muttering to himself, but Rommel trotted silently beside him. The fox was easily large enough to be of help in a hunt, even if foxes weren't naturally pack hunters in the way wolves were.