Times a changing, I'm a losing

Kassander blinked disconcertedly when Vereaux explained that Drashiel's mate (one of their sisters? Drashiel had been mated to his sister? what?) had recently died. Oh, poor Drashiel, it must be heartbreaking to lose your mate. That must be why his pack was no longer where Kassander had looked for him. He couldn't imagine wanting to stay in a place that held so many painful memories. "No need to repay me," Kassander reassured him. "Just knowing that you will be well again is repayment enough." How long had he been king? Sometimes it wavered between feeling like the moments had passed in a blink, and feeling like he'd been fighting this fight forever. "I've only been king since this past winter," he explained. "My sister inherited the throne but it didn't suit her to rule. She was always a free spirited type, so she abdicated and passed the pack to me." It seemed like a simple, straightforward way to explain the way the pack had bounced from wolf to wolf as it had for that tumultuous period. His bandaging complete, he settled down beside the male. He'd hunt shortly, probably a squirrel or rabbit this first time since it would be easier on the male's stomach to start with less rich meats, but he would eventually need to add more fat to restore his body as well, so Kassander would need to think about perhaps stalking one of the beavers that lodged on the lake... But for now, he carefully began to groom the male's fur, what wasn't covered by bandages. He'd make sure he was settled and comfortable here first, before he wandered off again. "What about you, Vereaux? Have you any siblings you are close to?"