Camp Life

The camp was beginning to take shape as they continued to craft enough tents to house them all and their stuff. Logistics would be more difficult on the move, since even if they lived off the land and carried no food stores they would still by necessity need to carry nearly everything with them required for supporting the band, including medical herbs for the healers and crafting supplies for the crafters in addition to the tents themselves, and separate tents to store their inventory. He'd moved them from their old dens in the ravine to the tent camp to get them used to living there before they left the old pack territory entirely and he could tell already there was going to be some resentment from being upended from a comfortable pack existence as it was, without leaving behind those niceties as well. He would just need to figure out a way to move everything without burdening every wolf and every companion capable of pulling a travois... he needed warriors free, at least, to protect the caravan as it moved between campsites, which made even fewer backs to carry gear, not even including those too young, old, or infirm to carry anything.

That sickly, infected looking creature that Ina had birth, for instance. Eligos' lip curled at the thought. With everything he had needed to do to set up the band, he hadn't had the time yet to track Proserpina down, but he suspected that - given her crazed animosity towards Riva - his cousin had never taken the youth in to the healer to get treated for whatever disease ravaged the child's face despite his obvious displeasure over her neglect. How could she have let something get so far that actual fungus was growing through her own child's eye? He doubted that someone that far gone could be saved at this point - it would be better to kill the youth mercifully than to let it die slowly of whatever infection was taking it over.

He should his head, letting out a short, irritated sigh. He had only himself to blame for leaving Aerie to rot without leadership. If he'd been here he could have intervened between Proserpina and Riva before it had festered into this insane hatred, he could have made certain Ina's pup had gotten treated before it had been beyond saving. He could have healed the rift between himself and his only remaining brother before it had gotten to the point that Pyrrhic was absent. He'd had only the good of the pack in mind when he'd stayed away so long, but as they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Now he had too many things to fix for him to fix them all, and smaller things were falling by the wayside despite his efforts.