Duskfire Glacier all we wanted, was a place to feel like home

"Thank you Lane. I will see you around." He informed. Once his family was settled back into their den Rye would immediately go out for two small hares but nothing more, having some experience with malnutrition the man knew not to over load their systems with food. As they walked close together Rye kept a close eye on their son, catching a snippet of his tearful face. Pain tugged at his heart to see his son so miserable, the fatherly instinct was to immediately soothe and assure but they were not as close as they were. Rye knew trying to soothe his boy would likely not help but only worsen things. It was frustrating but he couldn't fault his son. 

Turning back to Imaq, he rubbed against her again, kissing under her jaw. "Of course Imaq, there is much you have to catch up on." His tone was heavy, the burden of telling his wife the passing of their former leaders was a hard one to bear. The disease was less burdensome but still hard to explain, as Rye didn't fully understand it himself. 

"The herds here are dying of some sort of disease, from my understanding they don't eat and they do not act scared of prey. It is as if they are no longer concerned for their own safety. So many have died and the packs are running out of food, we are needing to go farther and farther for food." He explained. "Don't worry about hunting, I will be hunting for you both until you are healthy." Rye kissed under Imaqs chin a few more times, gently smiling.

Can wrap on your post, putting them where you want! Den or otherwise.