Camp Life

Eligos' attention was pulled away by a youthful voice saying his name, and he refocused on the tall, slender adolescent who had approached him. One of Proserpina's three, not the boy he had rescued from the lion nor the fungus-cursed child but the one of the three that hadn't yet come to his attention. "Of course," he said, a little distractedly, though he blinked the distraction away and made himself give the youth his full attention. He took a moment to look the yearling - his cousin - over for the first time. Even while he had been there, Ina had kept the pups hidden from the pack. Presumably it was the paranoia induced by the illness that had also led to his own exile that had led her to do so, so he couldn't entirely blame her for that. The continued hostility towards pack members and the neglect of the pups themselves could no longer be tolerated, though, and it was Eligos' duty as the family's current head to remedy the schisms that the Long Night had wrought in the family. Part of that would be to make the surviving children a priority. Part of it, he admitted, was going to lie in siring his own to replenish their blood. He wasn't sure which would be more difficult, but he imagined he was about to start to learn.