Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

The pack was an oppressive place these days. Of course, the Songbird had always known it to be so. But now it was loudly subdued. People talked in hush whispers, and kept more to themselves. People were afraid, and you could feel it in the air. Vesper especially kept to herself. It was easy, she didn’t exactly know many wolves in the first place. She spent a lot of time in the clinic, tending to Oleander and helping him with his work.

She was quiet when he entered the den with a new batch of herbs and things to try. It seemed a random assortment to her untrained eye. Through healing was less of a mystery than it had been at the start. Still confusing, but not to the same degree. She watched him silently as he unloaded the bag and stared at it. Was he getting enough sleep? He looked like he was about to succumb to a nap right there over his work. She stepped closer, uncertain. “My Lord? Are you… well?” If he was falling sick, they were all doomed.


"Vesper"