Recovery

Walk | Talk | Think

To ensure that her thoughts would not follow the path they had a moment ago, Callisto made herself look at her surroundings, taking note of everything that she could in distraction. The tumbled, blocky remains of whatever had once stood here, the few trees that had managed to get a foothold on the uneven, inhospitable ground, the snow that covered it all in its soft, white blanket. And no other sets of paw prints that she could see. She was alone on her little walk, alone on the Steppe, which had been her whole reason for seeking it out as her den site. Privacy was a close second to healer training among the few things that she liked in the world. But today, her first real day of testing how well she had recovered, she almost wished at least someone would show up. At least for a little bit.

And someone did. She heard the familiar voice call her name as the wolf approached and stopped her slow, meandering walk to turn and look over a shoulder at him. Max. It felt like it had been a long time since she had seen him last, though that very well could have been a product of her sickness. For all she knew, he could have been there the whole time and she could have been too incoherent to remember any of it. It really was great to be on the mend again.

He asked after her, assuming she was well for being up and out of her den, and asked if there was anything he could do for her. It was nice of him to check on her himself - Adelaide had been heading a majority of the epidemic problems and there were still plenty of others who needed tending to just yet. But considering her respect for him was probably more than she had for anyone within their pack - Alpha included - she was more touched by the gesture than she let on. "You can walk with me and make sure I don't fall over," she answered in a flat voice that could have been as much joking as it could have been serious. She did still feel a little wobbly but she did want company too, something that she could not ask for outright. This way worked better. "I'm tired of laying around waiting to get better. I want to get back into training already," Callisto added, the impatience she felt with her situation evident in her clipped tone as she turned and took a step to lead them along in resuming her walk. Soon, she hoped, she could get back out there and do her job. And figure out everything she could about the sickness so that she would be prepared if it came back around.