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[ChickieBooBoo]

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She snarled slightly "So what do you expect me to do? Leave her out there to die?"

Sandpiper shrugged gently, a look of uneasiness on her face. "Drag her there if you like. But you'll have to be quarantined if you get sick." With that she hid in the bushes again.

She turned her back on Sandpiper and dragged Dove towards the med den, keeping away from camp and making a seperate den for her at the back.

 

[Gerbil]

Hawk stared at the horse, many things going through her mind, mostly dinner..
"What is wrong?"

Crow watched from a distance, hearing what it was the wolf had.

 

[Dutchgirl]

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Grayfield stared at her for a moment. "Friend or foe?" he said at last, turning his head and giving Hawk the *EYE*.

 

[Gerbil]

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Grayfield stared at her for a moment. "Friend or foe?" he said at last, turning his head and giving Hawk the *EYE*.

"It really depends" she snorted, "Dove said you were starving, that thing around your head?"

 

[Dutchgirl]

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Grayfield stared at her for a moment. "Friend or foe?" he said at last, turning his head and giving Hawk the *EYE*.

"It really depends" she snorted, "Dove said you were starving, that thing around your head?"

"A halter," Grayfield replied. "It's used when I'm not being ridden." He looked around. "Have you any water? The grass around here is short and dry. I haven't tasted water in a day and my throat's awfully parched."

 

[Gerbil]

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"It really depends" she snorted, "Dove said you were starving, that thing around your head?"

"A halter," Grayfield replied. "It's used when I'm not being ridden." He looked around. "Have you any water? The grass around here is short and dry. I haven't tasted water in a day and my throat's awfully parched."

"Follow me"

 

[Dutchgirl]

As he walked behind Hawk, Grayfield's shod hooves went "Thud-clop. Thud-clop." His left hind leg had a limp. "What a fine spring day," he mused quietly, lifting his head and scenting the breeze. Small white clouds drifted lazily in the bright blue sky, while the fresh new leaves on the tree branches overhead waved wildly. There was a small rustling of leaves as a squirrel scuttled up a tree, and another as a chipmunk dove into his hole. Grayfield felt weaker as he walked. Trying to make conversation he inquired of Hawk: "Are you thinking of eating me, or I am too bony and tough for you?" he chuckled good-naturedly - or tried to chuckle, but it ended in a huge, dry cough.

 

[BirdNut]

Raccoon was cheerfully romping around, enjoying the sun that peered through the tree canopy and lightly danced across his chrome pelt. A rare cringe appeared on Raccoon's face as he froze in place and his head turned to see the limply laying Dove, his heart sinking and his brown eyes genuinely concerned, bleary with empathatic pain. "Dove?" he murmured in a slightly trembling voice, his jaw quivering. He cocked his head at her, throating a high-pitched whine.

Osprey was sorting herbs in her medicine den, unaware of what was happening but annoyed by the wind that kept blowing her supplies around. Only when she stopped to notice Squirrel rushing in her direction did she become worried.

 

[Gerbil]

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Horses, she thought, not much going on up top...

"No I am not, never liked horse very much" she replied somewhat sarcastically, "Now how can I help you?"

 

[Dutchgirl]

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Dove opened her eyes for a moment, seeing Raccoon. "Shh... Kitty. Alright," she mumbled, weakly and sleepily. Squirrel frowned. He guessed she was delirious - remembering his younger sister, Kitty. She was always the delicate one. Dove, Squirrel thought, must think Raccoon is Kitty standing there. He ran to the nursery so no one would see him cry - ignoring Osprey's worried expression.

Lion raised his head as Dove was dragged in, wincing at the pain. "Oh my Dove," he said. "What happened to her?" he looked wildly round at Hawk and Osprey and then knew. "The sickness..." he licked her face, murmuring "My Dove, my Dove, my beautiful Dove..."