He was, to say the least, only just managing to cope after Artemis’ death. Daneliya cared for the children a lot, along with Chickadee; Remus mainly attended to his beta duties and taught his sons and daughters the tips and tricks of hunting. But the plague had taken Aegaeon. Tyche and Nellie had been affected too - but thankfully, Daneliya seemed to be regaining some of her health. And Tyche had never been that sick. She was cold all the time, with a fever and poor appetite; but she was more or less strong. Remus had brought her and Selene out on a trip to hunt birds and rabbits near the borders, hoping to spark Tyche’s appetite, though he had little hope of successfully doing so. His shy darling daughter barely ate these days, and only if he practically growled at her to.
A howl hit Remus’ audits, and so he murmured to his daughters, “Come, girls, we have business to do,” and set out to complete their journey to the border of Sabertooth.
A stony male awaited them. Tyche hid behind her father, trembling. Remus couldn’t see Selene; he could hear her pawsteps though, so she must be to his side or behind him. “Hello,” he said to the newcomer, who appeared to be sopping. “You’ve stumbled upon Sabertooth. I am Remus, pack beta; these are my daughters, Selene and Tyche. Are you looking to join?” He knew how he must look to this man. Gaunt, sad, grieving. He didn’t much care, though. He barely ate in grief for Artemis and Aegaeon.

"missing her is dark grey, all alone . . ."