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Most of the shock of what had happened a few weeks ago had worn off, but there was still a thick gloom that hung around the members of the Marino family. Even if Denali had only been a brother in name and not blood, they had all cared for the boy and nothing could have been more shocking and upsetting than learning of the innocent boy's fate. To know that his murderer had lived amongst them for over a month was wholly unsettling, especially since Parker had been put in danger by the horrible woman and her mother had been horribly injured in the fight with Nuki. Everyone had been able to tell something was not quite right about the female with the blood red gaze, but Crimson Dreams was an accepting place. They had never expected anything like this, and it shook the pack to its foundations.
Most of them were doing their best to return to life as normal, but Cambria could see the deep pain that was thinly veiled behind her mother's eyes. Savina's body may have been healing, but her heart wasn't. That was one place that the Medicus could not heal with her knowledge and skill. Only time could heal that wound, but the cocoa daughter could not help but worry if it was a hurt too deep for even that to help. She could not imagine the pain of losing a child in such a horrific manner, especially not for a mother who loved all her children as much as Savina did. Cambria didn't know what to say though, and the Consul had grown detached and distant. There were no answers in her medical books or her stores of herbs. She was at a loss.
The Marino had decided to take a walk outside to try and clear her head and see if any new insights might come to her as to how to help her mother. Healer's satchel was hung over one shoulder and her mourning dove friend was perched on the other. Even when she wanted to be "alone", she liked having Enzo with her; his was a calming presence. Sea green gaze drifted here and there, but soon caught sight of a wolf sitting near the borders. The cream accented fey halted and her nerves flared up. Strangers always made her uneasy, especially male strangers. Surely he had seen her though, and she couldn't just walk away from some unknown wolf so close to the pack. She walked just a little closer before she stopped and called out, "Hello? Do you need something?" Enzo's feathers were puffed up, he was always wary of unknown canines.