Out for Revenge

He was still very much sick, his nose had sniffles and his cough had done anything but get better. He spent most days holed up in his den resting, trying his damnedest to get better. It wasn't working so well. Laid out in his den Revenge didn't hesitate to sleep, dark marked eyes closed as he snored loudly. He didn't expect visitors, he'd even moved away from the den he shared with Mercy so he wouldn't offer any more chance to get her sick. He'd become kind of the pack recluse, but he wasn't about to complain. Laying peacefully (or as peacefully as you could while having a cold.) When the sudden presence of another would bring him to wakefulness. He really wasn't sure how to react, the last thing he'd been expecting was a sudden surprise snuggle fest. Then she was kissing him and he'd find he couldn't fight back, even when the bitter taste of the herbs filled his mouth instead of the taste of her. He'd try to swallow them down fast enough that he'd get back to what really had his attention, Esti.