Is There a Doctor in the House?

Truth be told Emile didn't usually spend much time in the infirmary. He had his own little window garden and hardly interacted much with the other healers, he had no real reason to, there hadn't been much need for their talents since the last raid... Back when his father had still been here... So he mostly kept to himself and especially didn't feel the need to bother the other healers of the pack, they probably would have just seen him as a nuisance anyways. But he'd been trying to figure out ways to preserve things better and borrowed a few jars sometime earlier, his attempts had all failed and so he'd made sure to clean the jars but hadn't really found the willpower to make the trip all the way down to return them. The last thing he wanted was to bump into anyone...

Finally the part of his mind telling him he had to make sure he returned them won out and so the young man made his way through the castle, doing his best to fade into the shadows whenever he was at risk of being spotted by another wolf. When he got to the room he noticed the door was ajar and an internal war started, he didn't really want to have to explain why he'd held onto the jars for so long but he also didn't really want his trip to be in vain.

Taking a deep breath the sandy man pushed his way into the room. "Ssssssorry for the de-de-delay I've brrrrought-" He started before his gaze fell on one of the new pups running around. He'd seen them from the hallway of his room from time to time but he'd yet to find the courage to approach any of them, which was fair he didn't have the courage to approach even his own sister. He stopped short, half in the doorway, and the words dying on his lips. Emile liked children in theory but for all his social awkwardness around wolves his own age, he knew even less about how to handle children. They were just another reminder of what he'd never have, what no one would ever want with him...

"Emile"