Her dear brother was sick, so so sick. She was scared to death, not for herself but for him. She wasn't sure if he would be ok, mother and Daddy wouldn't say. So she was doing her best to be helpful. She couldn't hunt but she could help keep the den clean, get moss or cobwebs for Mother to clean Feli's face or standing guard when Daddy was gone. Mother didn't leave much, not since she had been back. And Cerise rather liked it that way. They could keep an eye on her since she was still hurt and she wouldn't panic if Mother was in her sight line. She was sure everyone felt the same way.
So when Daddy and Sorrel left she sat right outside the den, eyes sad and alert at the same time. It she couldn't help cure Feli she could help protect him. But after some time Mother walked out and at once Cerise ran to the side of her broken leg. She had seen Daddy support Mother lots of times when she went to walk about, if and when she ever did. So she would do the same as best she could. Their path was silent till they reached a group of other wolves. She knew Song but that was it other than Daddy and Sorrel. Wiggling her nose she trotted up between Gitan's front legs and watched everyone. "Speech"
