For too long now Dutiron had been worried. After arriving in Ludicael and Song had welcomed and forgiven them he had assumed that life would only get easier. His first hurdle had been gaining the pack due to Song's own stress levels, the second had been the hatred of Howl, an issue that still remained to be resolved and the third and certainly largest problem he'd faced had been the epidemic. His mate, niece, nephew and some of his grandchildren had fallen ill and it had caused the stress levels for all to rise as they frantically searched for a way to heal the sick.
Fortunately help had arrived, the cure discovered and shared throughout the lands. It turned out they had been on the right path though with tension running high in the pack had been delayed. All that mattered now though was that the correct herbs had been given to each of the wolves sick with the epidemic and fortunately all seemed to be making a swift recovery. He had ventured around to check that afternoon and for the first time in a while it seemed that things were calming again.
His final stop as the evening began to creep closer was of course his starting point, the den he shared with his beloved mate. She too was recovering rather well so far, of course not quite back up to her usual strength though he had confidence that she would get there soon enough and until the mean time he was of course still here at her side to tend to her every need.
