back on my feet

Widow was attempting to work out how to get the pelt back to her den by herself when she heard a familiar voice just before Howl nuzzled under her jaw. She could only imagine that he hadn't taken her absence well and was pleased to see that Howl wasn't exactly angry with her, at least in the way of yelling and throwing a fit. She took a deep breath before dragging her tongue between his ears once before sitting.

"Much better," she hummed and nuzzled into his cheek. "I hope you have been well?" she asked, knowing that he at least hadn't caught whatever plagued her, Terror, and Phantasm.

"Speech!"