"True. Hopefully it is sprung before we're the ones to fall into it," Janius said as they approached the camp.

Runt was sitting near the fire heating something in a small dish, but her head shot up once she heard the pack approaching. Instantly, she got up, ran over to Meesei and almost tackled her over with a hug. "Did you stay away from her?" Runt whimpered into Meesei's chest. Runt clutched her so tight it was as if she thought that her alpha had just returned from death. There was an awkward pause from the rest of the pack, complete with a few exchanged glances. Runt usually avoided physical contact as much as she could, but these past couple of days had continued to show a new kind of anxiety from her.

"I'll... I'll go and get ready" Fendros said, breaking off from the situation. He was unsure of exactly how he could help in that situation, but he doubted standing around and gawping was going to make Runt any calmer.

Janius followed suit, though without any words. He was still curious what might have happened to make Runt so terrified of one apothecary. A few theories whirled around his mind, but he didn't pay them more heed than the current mission.