Protection {siege refuge}

Not yet recovered from his illness, Shiro was lagging behind a little bit compared to the others. Paws were placed heavily in the earth, having to push himself, breathing heavily and needing a nudge here and there from Anaeia or Ganta. They had been moved suddenly and without an explanation from anyone, not even from Anaeia who was the only adult who could talk. Worry grasped his body, holding on tightly and only seemed to grow tighter the farther they moved away from home. "Yes... they... strong..." Each word was a struggle to voice, going silent when Obscuro and Silva spoke up so that he wouldn't have to force his lungs any more than he has. So when they finally stopped at a new packs border the boy would collapse into the grass, nearly gasping for air with his ears pinned back and beginning to feel nauseous.