Silvertip Mountain New Girl In Town

FitzDutiful glanced at Krypton, though his gaze was soon directed back to Chaska. He was worried about his pack mate, his chronicler, he wanted the old Chaska back. He decided that he was better of consulting with Zaria over the course of action to take than just standing around here. Maybe he ought to visit the herbs and plants he had around to see if there was anything there. If only they had a trained healer; though Mason was a healer in training, he might have a clue.

Distracted, FitzDutiful replied hastily to Krypton's question. "FitzDutiful," before turning his attention back to the wounded pack member, though he paused before speaking. "I like him very much, but no you're not. He's quiet, respectable, and I think she would like him very much." Speaking of which, he turned back to the female in question.

"I'm going to see if I can find out what's wrong with him. Take care of him for me." His eyes implored her to do so, a very important task to him. He smiled briefly, with so much concern, and headed back the way he had come from.