The Sentinels black widow baby

He was healing -- at least, physically, as the infection he once held fled his body thanks to the ministrations of both Lucani and Deirdre. He would still wince when his paw would place the full weight of his body upon itself, and so Constantine favored it, allowing himself the rest his body needed. Had the pack been in full health, it was likely he would have recovered by now.
 
It was harder to care with Lasher gone.
 
It did not stop him from his duties to the pack, however. His thinning form was amidst the borders consistently, and when the low song of another echoed across the sky, the swarthy male was quick to up his pace, seeking out the familiar caller. He dare not consider that finally his brother had come home to them, and yet, when he came upon Casmir, his regal form softened greatly, his ears falling back to his skull, and a gentle whine touching the air as it slipped past his throat and to the ears of his waiting twin.