Oksana was a busy-body, Lachesis knew that. Which is why it was difficult for her to remain inside the medical den despite her broken leg. She was determined to prove her worth to the pack and do whatever necessary to provide for it, even if her injury hindered her from doing so. He just worried that if she strained herself too much the break could worsen; there was only so much Lachesis could do for a broken leg. Most of the healing was up to the ebony Baranski and how much she rested (if she was resting). He knew he had spoken rudely to her when they were dealing with the bear, but XIX had his reasons. She was an easy target. Even if she had stayed out of harms way and observed there was potential for the bear to attack her. Lachesis could not risk that. There would plenty of learning opportunities in the future.
He followed her scent to the edge of the river, his chartreuse gaze seeking out her dark shape. Oksana? He called out, the corners of his lips drooping with worry. Do you have a moment to talk? He had put off seeking the young Baranski long enough; not just about the bear incident, but about everything. The move, her mother, her place in the pack. Lachesis was long overdue for a check-in with the little crow.
stick with those who stick with you