One step down…two more stood between him, and Rook. Of course, he would never seek to displace the King! Not even in his dreams. Instead, the older male wished to be the best support he could be, either through giving advice or mending the sick of body or mind. All the same, it was difficult to lend credence or backing to anything the lord tried to do if he were but a mid-ranked male among the wolves of Grizzly Hollow.
It was with this in mind that Veho sought to come forth and call for Ryvet – a Lyall son he’d yet to meet personally. He knew of the man, of course, knew his smell marking the borders, and could spot him from a distance. The medic kept himself busy, however. Were he not actively tending a patient or seeing to Borden’s comfort, than he was out of pack lands himself, seeking out herbs and plants to return to his medical cache were they could dry and be safely stored away for the incoming winter months. A wolf could never be too prepared! Given Grizzly Hollow’s growing size (a notion that filled the man’s heart with happiness), it was best to be over rather than under in any potential supplies he might need. It would be a tragedy to lose even one of their members to some preventable fate.
Once unable to find Ryvet nearby, the medic slowly drew to a halt. Planting himself on his haunches, the threw a call to the third-ranked male to the sky, allowing it to echo off the trees as he waited. I can do this, Veho coached himself. He’d survived his encounter with Titan – he could surely do this again.