He was healing, and would soon be able to actually move about. There was still a slight limp to his frame as he moved, but nothing near where it had been. He'd been lucky that he'd been forced to rest, the tear in his muscle promising to cripple if not rested properly. Tharin watched as Saki cautiously explored outside. He didn't know what had caused her paw to be injured, though he had a feeling who had done it. The problem was he didn't know what could fix it.
Looking up Tharin stood, watching the elderly wolf enter the area. Deuce. It's been a while. His tone was respectful, though it was clear in his stance that he was the higher ranked of the pair. As much as he would respect her for her age, Tharin had earned his rank, and wasn't one to submit to others. He would have even challenged the alpha eventually if Tharin hadn't known that he would make a terrible leader, contenting himself to follow.