High Lonesome

To say he was worried about Novella was an understatement, deep down he was scared for her. He had no idea what was wrong, and even with Sorrel there almost every day to administer herbs he felt a fear deep in his gut. He didn't know what he would do if he lost his wife, and even contemplating the thought was more than enough to put his mood off. He really hadn't been the same since the birth. Frith was usually calm and open minded, but now that he believe he might lose the love of his life his brain was more than scattered.

He held on to hope though, more frequently Novella found herself taking walks, like was habit before the birth. She seemed to be recovering slowly, but even with her progress Frith still felt those tremors of terror for her. He really could not lose her. He'd try to banish these thoughts as her form came into view, the sight of her outside both causing his stomach to flip and his grin to return. Had she not responded to leaving the den so well he would have insisted she stay inside, as it was however she looked brighter than he'd seen her all season. "How are you my love?" He'd ask softly as he came up on her side. His muzzle pressing into her neck as he took in her scent and just enjoyed her being so close.