Though Threar was only a small pack, Novella had managed to keep it quite under wraps as to what had been causing her trouble. Of course she still had no name for whatever was wrong with her, it seemed to be some kind of depression though why it would had come on or if it was ever likely to return she had no idea at all. Frith, Sorrel and her children were probably the only ones that had really any serious understanding of everything.
She wouldn't have minded them all knowing a little about it to be fair if she had known what was that had her so down. The pack was a close one consisting mainly of her family and it was probably only this Frost that Frith had mentioned briefly to her that perhaps shouldn't have known everything. The company of her pack wasn't completely unwanted, especially not now she was starting to get a little better.
The figure of one of her nephews would join her now, Félicien. Though he and Sorrel were pretty much identical, Novella had certainly gotten rather skilled at telling them apart with a glance. "Good morning Félicien."
