What don't kill you makes you more strong

Kassander lifted his head nervously from his task as an unfamiliar howl urged the pack together. He'd been working on fleshing the pelt of a rabbit Rommel had taken earlier that day - it wasn't a prime pelt, since it was spring, but they needed to use the rabbit anyway so it would do to keep a pack member's den cozy anyway. He couldn't stop now or risk the flesh drying out so he'd have to go through the process of rewetting it, but he couldn't miss a meeting either. As he sat there indecisively and managing to do neither chore, he felt Rommel touch his elbow gently. "Go," the fox told him succinctly, and immediately took over the job. Kass sent his companion a grateful smile and left the cave to take the narrow path down through the mountainous region to their steppe territory.

There were a few wolves already gathered - Chaos, Karabela, and Delaney. He was a little surprised not to see any of the pack's fighters there yet - he thought they, more so than the healers, would have been the first to jump when a fight training was called. Kassander paced forward a little apprehensively to join the group. He hadn't been to a fight training in... well, ages. And his last fight had been... well, he'd gone along with Yfir when they raided, but he'd been there more as a medic than anything. His mismatched eyes caught Delaney, and he nodded hesitantly at the other healer. He was glad she'd been made a full healer. She'd probably do better at it than he had been. Maybe he just wasn't going to be as helpful to the pack as a healer, after all, and maybe that was ok, because there were other healers to take his place.

His gaze switched to Karabela and Chaos, and he nodded again in greeting to them as he seated himself to wait for the conspicuously absent fighters to show up.