Frith limped his way to where Sorrel had set up camp to receive the wounded. While he was lucky and had only suffered a bruised shoulder, it still wasn't comfortable and he knew he'd appreciate a slight pain reliever. Sighing softly as he walked up he couldn't help but try and offer Miksa a supportive smile as he sat down and awaited his nephew's attention. He was more than proud of the both of them as he sat and watched the healer work. Miksa had done well to appear and defend his pack, it made Frith feel good to know he had not been wrong in offering the boy a place in his pack. He'd sigh again as he sat back, disappointed in himself for not being able to hold back the enemy, but proud of his pack for stepping up and standing behind him.
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