Three others. Their grandparents and even Frith. A whine, mixed with a half choke, half cough, would escape him. He worried for the older two wolves. Getting sick at their age was surely dangerous. Moments after the news was delivered Ellingham, his brother’s owl companion {whom Féli thought was neat, even if his brother didn’t always care for the additional company} would return with the herbs. They were helpful creatures, and the one who chose to accompany his brother was wonderfully caring, even if he seemed clingy. After a small, weak nod to the feathered one he would focus again on Sorrel and his instructions.
Joyous of joys, eating the herbs. It was a task that the boy didn’t care for, but it was necessary. Besides, Félicien knew well enough by now that consuming them could only help. His brother wouldn’t give him anything that would harm him. With a small nod, he began to lap up the gross stuff. This stuff was definitely more for rabbits and critters of that nature. But at least it was something to make him feel better. After consuming the instructed pile he set his head on his paws, giving a small, although weak smile at his brother. “You’re... the boss... Sorrel. I’ll see... You... Then.” Eyes would slide closed, and despite the sickness he felt a weight off his shoulders.
