Frith loved the smile on Herne's lips, after knowing him as a sick pup for long it was relieving to see him smiling, and more collecting herbs. Frith would mean pridefully, probably more proud of the boy than he was himself. He was already astounded by what he knew, the name of the plant he'd gathered as well as why it was he hadn't found much. He had listened to those little lessons hadn't he. Frith hadn't been able to help it, when he'd spent those long nights with the boy while he was sick he'd spoke, to what he thought, was a mostly unconscious pup. Surely some of that knowledge was retained? He nodded in approval as he was questioned in turn. What had he been doing? Dwelling on the future too much. "Thinking about how much all of you are growing up." He'd try to say with out regret, but if he'd been able to keep them as tiny puppies he would have. They would have all fit in his and Novella's den much better that way.
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