Uncle Lexio

Juno's first herbalist.

—— :: "How are things holding up, Lexio?" Juno peered into the strong scented den.
—— :: "Good," the blue wolf said quickly. "everyone is in check, no one is sick, or hurt."
—— :: "Lexio, rest for a bit." Juno's voice was smooth, gentle and understanding. "The pack is fine, there is no need to worry."
—— :: "But, Juno, Persephone is expecting her first litter of pups, you know." Lexio quickly turned, the robe against his back swaying as his tail tucked anxiously between his legs. "I've not experienced the grace of a birth either." Lexio murmured, his voice trembled with worry.
—— :: Juno stepped forward, staring calmly at the worried young wolf. "Lexio," he repeated intently. The soft blue wolf was not the only one worried for Persephone. Juno knew that panic only causes more panic, he had to be calm. "Herbert is going to help guide you, he has birthed thousands of pups." Juno saw a calmness wash over Lexio's bright lavender eyes. He felt relief he had calmed his first herbalist.
—— :: "Thank you," Lexio's tail wagged gently. "I will never forget your care, Juno."