Aslan was generally a rather relaxed fellow his father had certainly passed on some of the quiet, peaceful personality to the boy and he was fortunate enough to live a relatively stressless life. Now however he worried. He had seen his father suffering with an illness, his cousin and grandparents as well. The latter two hadn't recovered, the sickness claiming their lives though Frith and Félicien had fortunately retained enough strength to beat the dreaded thing.
This was different however. No sickness plagued the pack though something was certainly wrong with his mother. She was far from her usual vibrant self, drained and down barely participating in the lives of Fate and Luck let alone anyone else within the pack.
It had delayed his planned trip to the North with his father, though the expedition was hardly the thing he cared about now. He did what he could, hunted for his mother and spent time with his siblings, aided his father with general pack duties and even had offered to help Sorrel with finding any herbs that might help. Most tasks had gone well, the last of course was the one that he had not had any success in, his cousin hadn't exactly been too happy with the idea of his company.
After a check upon the borders, the boy had found himself with a moment of spare time. Quietly he left the border behind him, a gentle stroll leading him deeper into the pack lands once more as he considered his next plan of action for the day.
