Don't know what you've got til it's gone

Ysmir had been quiet lately, not that he was ever a noise maker by any means. Still mute as the day he was born, the Finnvi man had been reclusive in the pack. Thankfully he was now slowly recovering from the sickness that had held him for so lonf. Beinf able to feel his strength return had him feeling eager to stretch his legs and spend some time in the sun. To his eternal gratitude the sun was quite cooperative today, though there was a chill in the air the aky was clear and so blue.

His large silver marked frame sauntered through the grove, though the berries were no longer in season that didn't stop the varmints from thriving here. Ysmir walked beneath the shadow of Baronziah's wings as she hunted above him. Her sharp eyes on the look out for the small creatures of the undergrowth. Ysmir felt a smile linger on his features, there was much to smile about and his recovery was tantamount.