Draw a line across the middle of your broken heart

Frith was recovering from his wounds in the recent raid but his pride was going to take longer to mend than his wounds. He'd spent a lot of time in the den, he'd been slacking on duties he'd been keeping up with pristinely and if he were gone for much longer it might start to break down. They would really need to start handing out more responsibility. With his injury and Novella's pregnancy they were not in their best condition. Still, he'd try and hold his head high despite his loss to Yfir's leader. As Novella lifted her head to call the pack he'd join her, not sure if he was looking forward to this meeting or not.