It had been a while now since the earthquake had left its mark against his form, the cut against his head that had stood out in a jagged line of red, oulined with all the shades of bruises had finally faded. There was nothing more to remind him of the scare but for a light pink mark half hidden against the shaggy folds of his fur. It was reminder enough however, as he thought of the other that had been there with him. He had not seen Erion in a while now and fear for him coiled in his gut every time he saw that scar. He was.. he was fairly certain Friction would tell him if something was wrong with the pup he had taken under his wing, but it didn't help that had could not see it for himself. He had not wanted to intrude upon the family, nor the healing of the pup but the other wolf wasn't far from his thoughts.
He knew that a broken leg would put him out of action far longer then it took for Alpine's cut to heal, it meant the other wouldn't be seeing much exercise, and the training he had finally promised the other would be out of the question for a little while yet. Finally, he would go against his need to give the pup quite to heal, and instead find himself heading in the direction of the end. He had to hear from Erion himself how he was doing, to know that the other was okay. He would stand outside the den and give a slight bark to announce his presence, a cautious swing of his tail behind him as he waited for Erion or another to answer him.
