Early morning, Partly Cloudy 16 ° F, -9 ° C -> Lachesis is sitting outside of his infirmary/den, if Naia is outside/inside it's up to you (if you want me to change the slight pp let me know!! <3)
The healer was worried about Hearthwood River. Despite having a slight issue of maintaining their members due to flaky individuals, they were still thriving — and would continue to do so. In order to ensure their longevity, as well as their place in Kingsfall, they needed a litter; the first litter of Hearthwood. However, with breeding season on the horizon, Lachesis could not help but wonder if the Baranski brood would continue this year. He was worried for Maksim’s health, as he still had not returned to the throne. Lachesis wanted his leader to return to the top of Hearthwood where he belonged, but the winter had been hard on the older male.
If the medic didn’t have such horrible luck with the opposite sex it could have been him and Bastet — or even Ana — to help expand the river pack. Since striking out with every single female he ever encountered Lachesis was not interested in finding someone to ‘settle down with’. In fact, he was steering clear of females completely and was solely focused on his trade and temporarily leading the pack.
This winter had also given the male a second patient — the overworked Naia, who had fallen ill after exhausting herself. Much to her reluctance, XIX had forced her to stay within pack boundaries and to put off her scout duties so he could keep an eye on her. In that time they had actually gotten a chance to become better friends, as opposed to just working alongside each other and exchanging friendly banter here and there. They had worked alongside each from Pitch Pine Trail to Cut Rock River and now to Hearthwood, but had both busied themselves with their pack roles to strengthen the friendship that was already in place. It had taken a trip to Lachesis’ infirmary to give them a chance to spend time together and talk about their individual experiences during the years they had spent in the same pack.
“I'm worried, Naia,” he said suddenly as he glanced around the dens, a frown creasing his pale maw. “What if this spring brings no puppies to Hearthwood? Do you think we’ll be okay?” Surely the scout had been thinking about this as well — or perhaps he was just being paranoid, which was entirely possible.
stick with those who stick with you