Simple Math [Meeting]

The scent of spring in the lower territory brought a sense of relief to the healer. Soon it would be time to begin harvesting herbs once again to stock his meager supplies. He had not been idle during the cold season though - pelts were prime in the winter, and he and Rommel had busied themselves with hunting fur bearers to stock his den with warm furs. He was creating a stockpile of extras that they were slowly working their way through preserving as well. He planned to offer them first to his pack mates as den linings, and then to Karabela as trade goods.

Speaking of... Kassander perked up at the sound of his alphas call, and set out to find the meeting he was summoned to. Rommel trotted at his heels, silent and watchful as ever. But Kassander had barely reached the edges of the group when the smell of sickness hit him, and his stomach plummeted. Already he was failing in his duty as healer, concentrating too much on hunting and too little on his primary duties, and now sickness had entered the pack.

His mismatched eyes roved anxiously over the few gathered wolves, finally alighting on Qualm as the source of the sickness-scent. The elderberries piled before the younger healer implied that he was at least aware that he was ill and was taking steps to avoid infecting the pack. "I believe I have some echinacea as well," he offered softly from his position far in the back of the group. A squirmy, guilty feeling wriggled in his belly. As the more experienced healer he should have been keeping up on the health of his pack. In fact, he should have had enough immune boosters for the pack to have been taking them preventatively all winter. Qualm might not have gotten sick at all.