Little boys are made of ick and sick

The turning of the summer was admittedly giving Mojito a little anxiety... The past winter had been so harsh and they'd hardly even begun to recover from it and already the season would turn cold again, though the moisture in the air was significantly notable a potential boon for his still fresh garden, hopefully, they'd be allowed to grow still slightly, though he knew this season would likely kill some of the more fragile plants he'd managed to actually seed. This was all stirring at the back of his mind as he gathered up some of his plants, Hoa watching over his shoulder. Mojito was glad at least that he'd managed to get some Boneset before the cool had moved in, even some marshmallow, both plants he bundled up lightly in some broad flat leaves and handed his bundle to his companion who accepted it carefully.

Word had reached him that a certain young boy had managed to catch himself a cold and Mojito was called into action. Regardless of Naiche's opinion Mojito still thought of Arcturus as his son in a way. That did technically make this a conflict of interest, but Mojito hoped he might be able to also turn this into a teachable moment, for both his children. For his son obviously a lesson in taking care of himself but for his daughter, for dear Tira... Well, the girl had expressed some amount of interest in learning healing as well as combat and it warmed his heart to think he might get to teach her the things he'd been forced to learn by himself.

So with his sheep companion behind him, the man headed off towards the den his little family was settled in. He kept his nose up and checked for Naiche's scent as he approached, while he was slowly becoming a bit more ballsy about his visits to the den of his own literal child he had no desire to actively step on the yellow man's toes, if he was spending quality time with his son then Mojito could wait. But luckily it seemed he would not be intruding this time. The man would give a friendly bark to let the pups know he was there for them and then settled in to wait for his children to appear.

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