He was more than relieved to see his son Herne make what seemed to be a complete recovery. He was strong enough now to leave the territory, but Frith had just been relieved to see him leave the den. While Frith's thoughts lingered on his children one of them would appear before him, his mouth quite full of plant. Frith couldn't help but grin amusedly at the muffled greeting, chuckling slightly as Herne left the group at his feet. "Hello, Herne." He'd answer with a slight tilt of his head, and love in his bicolored gaze. "It's nice seeing you out," He'd tell him as he took a quick seat. "What have you found?" Frith knowledge in healing was somewhat limited, but he did know a few battle remedies. His mother had tought him everything she knew, and she hardly left him ill prepared for any kind of life he chose. His children were the same age as him when Kynareth passed away, had he done as good of a job in raising them? Probably not. At least not while he had a whole pack to care for. They deserved more of his attention, and it hurt him to know he couldn't offer that.
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