.||. Torrae .||.
Torrae laid beside him, nuzzling him softly. She couldn't do anything to help, except keep him company. "I'm sorry. I wish I could make it go away, but the best I can do is help the healers get supplies, and of course, stay here with you until you feel better." She said, pulling away and giving him a soft, sweet smile. Wolves didn't get sick often, but she wouldn't even think that not recovering was a possibility. He was strong, and she believed in him wholeheartedly.