Fountain of Youth

The brute had taken quickly to the Sound, finally having a place to be rather than simply pass through or spend the night. He had found a hollow in the earth, marked by two fallen logs. He had done well to begin organizing his space, carving out a true healer's den with all the necessities he tirelessly procured for the pack. It was while he was working on more storage space that he heard motion behind him, turning swiftly to see his uncle standing at the entry to the office-like space.

Caedes emerged from the depths of his den, his presence commanding within his own abode as he greeted Rhazien with a nod of acknowledgment and a curious quirk of his brow. Rhazien banter edged with his customary charm caused Caedes to  allow himself a small smirk, motioning his uncle in further. Caedes maintained his usual composed demeanor even through the smile, his emerald gaze assessing Rhazien's condition with a keen eye. Did he have an injury? "Rhazien," Caedes replied in his deep, rumbling voice, his tone betraying little emotion as he observed the male before him. "Injury or malaise?" His words held a subtle hint of investigation, but even still his gaze was already meticulously scanning over the older brute, looking for a cause for the sudden visit, if it was something he could see.