Come home

Spider arrived quickly enough to indicate they had left with haste. Arriving at the border where Bas was waiting. He gave them a small smile. Still recovering himself from the blight. His large frame needed a lot of food to sustain it, and the fur hung against his nomes now. “Hey kiddo.” He said softly, reaching forward to complete the motion Spider had started.


Oleander had assured him the cure had taken effect, he was not contagious. He curled his paws around Spider's small frame, completely encasing them. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I swore I would come after you once a week had passed. I never wanted to leave you so long.” So much had happened, so much he needed to tell Spider. They weren't going to be happy with some of his news… “No one died, though the pack got pretty sick. We've had to abandon the Mile High Woods, likely forever. Wylans treehouse got infected and collapsed.” The kid was still recovering. “You've been well? Your okay?” He asked softly.