I do not know why Lazarus got so sick, but I know that it happens. I tend to spend some time walking out my stress in regards to the matter. I realize that we do not have many resources here to handle sicknesses...but Laz was a special little guy. Today though, I was taking care of pack business while on my walk. My dark black limbs are fluid as I glide slowly across Iromar. The air is crisp and cold. The sky is covered in grey and is thick with snow, however the snow does not come down heavy here. It comes down very lightly, and does not pile as it does going north of here.

The moorland is where I was at now. It is like cold rock upon my paws even though it is soil and brown grass. I lift my head to look across the more flat area of the land, pausing my steps as I stare northward. I then let my blue and lavender gaze shift towards the borders of Glorall- though they cannot be seen here. I sigh softly, knowing I should probably go check on my elder sister there. I have the comfort of knowing where Vesper is generally, or at least knowing if she is well or not here. But Cersei was still in Glorall. Perhaps she has given up on Mother coming back.

Right when I was about to move again, I hear a voice that is imprinted into my mind. It is the voice of my dearest Aster calling out to me....and she is very...loud. My ears flicker before I turn my head around. She is lively and bouncy. She is so full of life and energy...was I ever like that as a pup? She seems to take much more after Judas than myself...a thought that tries to sink my heart, but simply cannot with the face of my daughter before me as she races towards me. Her statement on how I moved is a bit puzzling.

"Well...I can't do much if I stayed in one spot forever, hm?" I asked, my head tilting slightly as she goes directly into hi request and complaint. Hunting is a very important thing to learn, as well as getting used to growing paws. It will take time for her to get better, and to grow into her paws so she can use them efficiently. My tail of red, black, and silver wags behind me as I turn completely to face her, my head lowering slightly.

"A muskrat, hm? Well, if your paws are too big...how about I...nibble them down!" I say playfully, my grey and black jaws suddenly, but not too quickly, fly down to nip gently at her front right paw. If I do get a hold of it, I will simply nibble it slightly before coming up to lick her muzzle in that embarrassing fatherly way.

"Now, where is this pesky creature you are wanting to catch?" I ask, my eyes looking down upon her lovingly with a giant, uncontrollable grin upon my face. If anyone could cheer me up, it was Aster.