Maksim was still absent from the throne as winter progressed. His health had dramatically increased since the attack, but with the frigid temperatures it was taking the green-eyed male a little longer to return to full health. Despite this, XIX was no longer worried—time and patience was the best medicine for Mak. The healer would occasionally bring him a plant or two for sore joints and mild pain; however, the need for these was becoming less frequent as the days went by. Stepping back (temporarily) from his position at leader was proving beneficial—it was giving the agouti male more time to spend with his family during the cold winter months. Once he was back to his prime he could return as king—doctor’s orders, of course. For now, Karpos was doing a fine job ensuring that the pack was looked after and the borders were being tended to.

As a result of the attack Lachesis’ supplies were dwindling; he would have to go collect some of the more important items that were getting low. The ghost was finishing up his inventory count when a soft ‘woof’ disturbed him. A soft frown creased his maw as he (reluctantly) padded over to the entrance of his den and climbed out. A tawny figure stood at the mouth of the infirmary—there seemed to be nothing wrong, medically, with him, so why had he summoned the healer? Giving his bleached coat a quick shake, the second stood tall before the younger wolf while giving him a questioning look. “Davin, right?” He asked quickly with a slight tilt of his head, chartreuse eyes focused on  the tawny boy. “What can I help you with?” The ghost wasn’t busy by all means—he did want to start collecting herbs as soon as possible—he was just curious as to why a perfectly healthy wolf was requesting the presence of the pack’s healer?