Quote: Phoenix came in, clearly worried, as his eyes had lost their excited, energetic glow. He nosed her gently, and set the rabbit down away from her. He didn't want to tempt her to eat, since it never did stay down. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his ears drooping.
"Sick," she sighed. She felt guilty; while the rest of the pack was out hunting and refreshing the borders, she was sitting in her den all day. She flinched as a searing pain shot through her abdomen for about the millionth time that day. "Today is the worst it's been, though," she admitted. Her voice was quieted. Phoenix's eyes were cloudy with severe worry. "Faedon... you don't think you'll.." he cut himself off and started again. "You don't think it's serious... do you?"
Faedon's usually bright, alert pine green eyes were now dullened. She heaved a sigh, and rested her head on her white paws. "I don't know, Phoenix." That statement alone spoke volumes of Faedon's condition; she was usually fiery and stubborn, and by her tone, it seemed as though she was almost relenting to her illness. One thing was clear; she was in much, much more pain than she dared to show.
Phoenix felt his heart lurch. He pressed his nose, cold from the chilly evening air, into her neck fur. Then he laid down beside her to share his warmth, and rested his head on his paws. He stared at the wall of the den, and felt his heart beat quicken as terrifying thoughts ran through his mind like a wildfire.
