The sickness had almost completely left her, strength had returned to her bones and a will to live had been re-instilled upon her. She'd pushed away her darkened thoughts and only looked to the future. She'd almost lost her life, she was determined now to make things better. As Dutiron made his way from the den she would follow, allowing her voice to sing with his as they called the pack together.
She would nod to those as they arrived, the first a woman she would guess to be the Wren that her mate had mentioned previously. Followed by her grandson, and then more of their family. She would nod to each as they arrived, still unsure how she stood in her elder children's eyes. She was willing to put the past behind her, but if they were not there was little she could do other than love them from afar. Maybe someday she would gain forgiveness, but until then she would allow them the space they needed.
