Changes in the Tide

He'd barely noticed when Vail was allowed to return to their den, her presence was only a little bit more warmth at his belly and not much more. Motif's presence would really hold him to reality, if he didn't have her there he might have already given up fighting. He'd already turned away food, he couldn't keep it down anyway so there seemed little sense to have an appetite. Besides if he was really spending his last days with his family he didn't want to waste it eating. That was a terrible excuse but it had run through his exhausted mind. It was hard to sleep when all you did was cough. As he searched for her affection and reassurance Motif would offer every bit of it. She was his strength and very much the only reason he was here. "Mo," He'd answer her back weakly as his foggy yellow gaze sought out her sweet face.