The only girl that could talk to him

*Isolde* · 12-24-2015, 01:54 PM

Isolde wouldn't lounge in the den today like she normally did, she felt sick and terrible all rolled into one. She was mostly glad that Gethin had not asked her to come with him on this particular hunting adventure, she would have had to turn him down anyway. Since he'd been gone the spotted she wolf had been up and down more times than she wished to count. She kept losing the contents of her stomach, or what little was left within. Even when Gethin returned she thought it would be less than intelligent to dig right into the meal. Likely it would just come right back up.

She would lay outside the den now, away from her earlier messes. She felt hot from the work of dry heaving and the cool of the snow was kind. She felt tired, and more than worried. She'd felt like this once before. All too soon Gethin would reappear, his larger form making his way easily to where she lay. She'd lean into his affections, grateful for his presence while she felt so terrible. "Not so good right now." Did he smell the vomit of her pelt? She'd lean into him more heavily, "I've only felt like this once before..." She'd trail off, more than nervous to tell him what it was going on with her.
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