Pack duties were hardly on the minds of most within the pack, like many in Alacritia the wolves of Ludicael simply struggled to try and find a cure for this illness that had swept the lands. Of course however not all things could be entirely ignored, and in truth it was really only the lessons that could be postponed for now Dutiron was still the Author of Ludicael there was still plenty of work to be done for he and others within the lands.
The call would sound, a reminder to the man that there was another job to do. Novel lay asleep within their den, no better but at least no worse. "I'll be back soon my love." He whispered softly, most likely she hadn't heard the words, but he felt the need to bid her a quiet goodbye anyway as he lifted himself to his paws and set off across the pack lands and towards the border the howl had sounded from.
There the man came across a young female, around the same age as the eldest of his grandchildren he guessed though certainly not a familiar face to him, hardly a surprise given he had set his course straight for Ludicael upon arriving in Alacritia. "Hello there." He greeted her, his usual warm tone now holding an element of authority to it. "My name is Dutiron Destruction, Author of Ludicael."
