After Danica had disappeared, an overwhelming sense of anger took to Nina’s heart. She should have been upset that her daughter had left once again, but when the matriarch realized that she had left her son all alone and defenseless, Nina had decided that it was the final straw. She vowed that she would never allow Danica back into the pack, she was a danger to them and the decisions she made reflected badly on herself and for the pack. The Hervok woman was not running a circus.
Nina had taken Daniel under her wings immediately, knowing that with her love and care, he would be able to make it through this. All of her children had, even her adopted ones. What Nina had not anticipated was the child coming down with a bad case of pneumonia. The golden brown woman did everything in her power to ensure the child’s health, to try and get him better. She made sure to keep him away from the rest of the pack and tried to use whatever herb she could. Since he was so young, what she could use was limited, so for two weeks she sat and stayed with him. Noting how time after time again, he would go into an illusion. The alpha’s heart hurt.
Nina knew what was happening before it actually happened, and the golden dame watched as another one of her children died. She whispered words of love to him before he left this world, a reminder that not everyone was as lucky as they were to live their lives. Before she called for the rest of the pack, she spoke to the still, cold body, hoping that the spirits above would at least hear this, "You have taken yet another from me… May Tacoma watch over you, my dear Daniel." The leader pressed one final kiss to the boy’s head before returning to the herbal den. Grabbing the lavender that Nina use to collect so frequently(which was now the duty of Aideen), the Hervok woman went to the child, coating him in the oils of the flower to dampen the smell of death from him.
Once it was done, Nina remained seated for a moment, her heart once again breaking for the lost child. Finding that it was time that her pack mates got together, Nina lifted her head back and let out a mournful song, letting anyone and everyone in Secret Woodlands that there had been a great tragedy. Whether they chose to come to her call or not was up to them, but the death of a family member was always something the Woodlands wolves would want to come to. It was needed so that they could all find comfort in one another. While she waited, Nina’s single, grief-filled eye, remained trained on the lifeless form of her dead grandson.