Tending A Man of Constant Sorrow

he was beginning to get restless, roaming outside the patient den without direction. a few times he left - Thad probably knew that Chrysanthos probably noticed that - but he always came back. whether Olympia actually noticed a rogue coming and going was beyond him. when the healer called out, summoning him, the mutt hesitated before lifting his recovering body from the ground. the wolves could howl - but he'd never tried it for himself. he could shout, cry and yelp but... maybe he couldn't. maybe it'd be a weird squeak and he'd be embarrassing himself. he wasn't going to try it back.

at least not with other people around.

his floppy ears piqued as the healer called for yet another being. slowing to a halt a few paces away from Chrysanthos, Thaddeus's insides squirmed uneasily. he was still very suspicious of the intentions of this pack, and kept shooting glares this way and that. it was clear he didn't exactly trust yet, but the days of his recovery had made him at least try to trust the pure-blood who rescued him. he stood directly to the side of the man, lifting his eyes to his face briefly before looking back down. waiting... waiting for whoever else would show up.