It had been some time since Félicien had last spoken to Novella, or checked in on her. He knew since the birth of Fate and Luck she hadn't been quite right, but he hadn't asked anyone about it. He hadn't delved into the reason why and instead let it be, hoping she would recover in time. But still the woman was off, and Féli worried for her. Honestly he did, wondering if someday she might disappear, just as his mother and father had. That thought honestly terrified him. He didn't want his cousins to go through the same sort of torment that he had gone through himself at having his mother disappear not once, not twice, but three times. He didn't know if he could handle another family member disappearing either.
The young man was patrolling, a thought to be at least somewhat useful to Threar. He wasn't the most active member, still struggling with his place in the pack. He had, with Sorrel, started to lean towards hunting as a skill. He was along the bay, and ears would perk as he noticed the familiar sight of Novella upon the beach. Tail would wag, definitely taking this as a good sign that she was up and about. The young man would approach her, breaking into a trot to close the distance before coming up to her side.
