Dutiron was a relatively strong young boy, certainly one of the healthier amongst his litter and certainly couldn't recall ever having done something stupid to damage his eyes so he was at a complete loss as to why there was suddenly bloody tears falling from them. The deep red liquid was certainly nothing else and though he aimed to know everything, the young boy was at a complete loss as to what could be wrong with him now. Panic was all that filled his mind and in his fear he began to make his way back to the family den, praying that his mother was there and that she would be able to help him. "Mum?" He called out as he grew closer his eyes were feeling so irritated and though he longed not to cry the tears continued to stream, blood dripping and worry only growing. "Mamma" The calls continued, growing more childlike with each one, his fear evident within the cries. What was happening to him?

The pristine woman would find herself in the den, a light nap being taken with Descant. She would have no inkling to the sudden likeness that would overtake her daughter and her son. Ears would flick peacefully as she and the youngest of her children slept in the safety of her den. Cherokee was hopefully out patrolling the border while her healthier children would play out and about in the territory. It would not be the cry of anguish released from her son that would first awake her, instead it was the scent of his blood. Her features would rise nearly instantly as her name was called out. Before she saw him she knew something was very wrong. A whine would leave her throat at his words, and the porcelain she wolf would be outside. Bicolored gaze searching desperately for her song's form. When she found it she wanted to break down. Blood would pour from his eyes as his small form staggered to her. She did her best to keep her features calm as she rushed to his side. "Baby. Shh.. It's okay momma's gonna take care of you." she would hold him close, trying to lick away the stains on his pristine pelt. What was going on? What was this? "talking"

Dutiron was glad that it wouldn't take his mother long to reach his side. There were not many things in his life that scared him, so innocent he'd never experienced any danger before in his life now however the young Destruction was truly terrified. He knew nothing of illnesses beyond the strange one that had gripped Descant and apparently refused to move. He knew nothing of death but at least could understand that his brother had never cried tears of blood, something was obviously very wrong with him. Even now his curious nature would refuse to leave him as he leant into his mother's touch. He shivered slightly as fever would begin to take hold, temperature rising yet suddenly he felt rather chilly. "What's happening to me?" He asked, blood marked face glancing up to gaze at his mother. "What's wrong with me?"

Song has done her very best to keep the innocence that would reside in her children's hearts. They knew not fear or worry, just love and protectedness. As her son's bloodied eyes looked up to her she would realize fully how terrible this sudden sickness was. Song would keep her composure the best she could, she would need to stay calm to help Dutiron from becoming more worried. She didn't know what was happening to him, and she knew he didn't know. He knew of his brother's sickness but this was so obviously different. He would lean into her warm body as shivers overtook him. She would curl around him protectively, trying to warm his body from the shivers. It was apparent however that he was obviously with fever. His consistent questions would continue, a bit of a bright light in such a dark time. As long as he continued questioning the world song could have hope he would be alright. "Shh. You're sick, baby. Don't worry though, momma is gonna take care of you." she would nuzzle the boy's head comfortingly, for him as well as herself.? Speech,