He'd occasionally dropped his kills off at the edge of her densite, expecting to find her inside but lately she'd been wandering again and Isaiah was of two minds. He was glad to see her up on her feet again and managing, but, at the same time he worried she'd push herself too hard and too fast and hurt herself again. Well, saying she'd hurt herself in the first place wasn't fair to her, and the boy crooked his neck to pop it as he shook the very thought free from his skull. Tiberii had been caught up in one of the many fires that had threatened the very lands they lived in. That wasn't anything she'd done - it was an accident. Very unfortunate accident at that.

Secretly Isaiah had fretted that she'd always be hurting - and it worried him because he hadn't learned nearly enough from Olive before she'd passed away. He didn't know how to help. Thankfully, Tiberii had been in very capable paws as it was, and even if she hadn't been the bullheaded Beri would have pushed on through he bet. He smiled gently at the very thought and let that better feeling carry him, making the active choice to focus on the more positive sensation. He felt like he was in a better place most days now. At least he'd been headed in the direction - but he'd felt such an angry surge in him after he and Aurelia had parted.

Isaiah had been many things, many feelings, but rage wasn't one he'd really been too familiar with. He didn't particularly like how it felt. Not when it seemed to make his blood surge and he felt he had no true outlet for it so he'd struck out to track Tiberii down. He followed her most recent trail, chuffing when he thought he was close enough she might hear him.