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[RYCBAR123]

[Faye is outside the Healers Den.

Maze is in the forest alone.]

[Vumit]

.||. Torrae .||.

Torrae giggled at his answer, but her joy faded as he grew weak. It was rapid and unexpected, something that didn't usually happen with sickness. "West? Are you alright?" She asked, but others had already began to escort him back to camp. She followed, worry the dominant emotion on her features.

[silverfox.]

{Rylo is in the clearing, Weston is sick and laying in the clearing, Chase is sick laying with Koda in a den, Alec is with Sahari needing help}

{Also, like I said i'm not good with healing stuff. People that know about it will decide the cure.}

:.wєstσn.:

.:вrutє | αlphα вrutє | crush: tσrrαє:.

Weston's pelt was soaked in wetness from his fever. Weston was breathing hard as he looked at her. "It hurts.." Weston whispered out. He didn't know what was going on.

[Wolfeh Hayes]

(Back)

[inadequate]

Sehari lifted her thinning physique and limped outside, laying in the soft grass and gulping the fresh air.

[Awnry~Kitten]

{Healers pm me <3}

[Vumit]

.||. 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.

[silverfox.]

:.αlєc.:

.:вrutє | fíghtєr | mαtє: sαrí:.

Alec followed her hoping a healer would come soon.

:.wєstσn.:

.:вrutє | αlphα вrutє | crush: tσrrαє:.

Weston looked up into her eyes. Weston's eyes were dull and colorless. His big blue eyes weren't there. His playful puppy tail didn't have a wag. His beating heart had a funny ring to it but he was still happy as he gazed up at the beautiful fae. If he didn't make it he was happy he got to spend his last few minutes with Torrae. His angel sent from heaven. Weston breathed softly and didn't take his eyes off the fae.

[Vumit]

.||. Torrae .||.

Torrae licked his nose and cuddled into him, hiding the fear at how much worse he was getting. She couldn't bare the thought of having to live without him at her side, so she had to believe he'd live through this. She couldn't loose it again, when he needed her most. Worry and fear wouldn't control her, not now.

[inadequate]

The tawny femmora turned her dull olive hued orbs up to Alec. "I don't want them to die..." A single tear slid down her cheek and she looked away before closing her eyes.