He awoke to his mother?s gentle nuzzle. The boy had been giving the herbs that had cured his illness, much to his and his mother?s relief. Strength was returning to him, bit by bit, though he still favored staying in the den with his mother and resting for the time being. A yawn would escape him, ears twitching a couple of times as he tried to rose himself completely. Not that there was too much need for that, as his mother picked him up and began to carry him to where they needed to be. F?licien, while no longer a tiny pup, was still grateful his mother could carry him like this, and that he was able to be with his family again as they once had been.
Once he was set down, F?li would snuggle against his mother, letting out another little yawn. ?Thank you momma.? He would say softly, looking around at the wolves gathered. Some he didn?t recognize, and that surprised him. Was this another meeting? A good one... One that wasn?t about sickness. His gaze would look towards the older male who had called the last one. He wasn?t particularly fond of positions of power, or those in them, so he shifted a bit uneasily. Luckily a distraction came quick enough by the form of a male. He would look up at him, head cocking to the side. ?Who?re you?? He looked like family, and smelled like family... Though a lot of the wolves in this pack were related to him.