He nodded. "Sounds good to me." He smiled to himself. "Anyone else that you would like to add to the list of targets?" He asked Comet and Akira.
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He nodded. "Sounds good to me." He smiled to himself. "Anyone else that you would like to add to the list of targets?" He asked Comet and Akira.
Girvan ran into camp. He had returned that evening with Garnet and shown her where she would sleep, but, unable to do so himself had gone for another walk. The disturbance had made him come back. He rushed up to where a group of wolves surrounded Senka. He couldn't seen much.
"What's wrong? Is someone hurt?" he asked, worry weighing down his voice.
Phoenix trotted into the Stonepack den site with a large rabbit hanging from his jowls. "Faedon?" he called, stepping up to the mouth of their den.
Faedon was curled up in her nest. She raised her head, her movements sluggish from weakness, when Phoenix came in. "Hi, Phoenix," she murmured a greeting to him. As of late, Faedon had been ill; she couldn't run like she used to without nearly fainting, and she couldn't eat without having it come right back up seconds later. The pack was growing increasingly concerned about her, especially after the battle, when the risk of infection from wounds was especially likely.
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.
Piper looked him in the eyes and smiled. It felt good to have someone understand. "Thank you. Thank you for siting with me." she looked back down shyly.