Give Me More

*Cathaoir* · 04-16-2016, 10:05 AM

He laid in his den, his breath wheezing painfully. He had been feeling worse and worse as of late, but had not called a healer to his side. He just thought it was a cold, but now it was getting harder and harder to breath. At the sound of the call for a meeting, Cath was hardly able to drag himself to his paws. Grunting at the pain, he took slow steps towards the meeting place. He had been feeling like this since he returned to his trek from the East, and he had news to tell Katja. He knew he should have called her sooner, but this lingering cough had not helped the matter. He didn't want to pass it to anyone else, so he had waited it out. It had been almost two weeks, and he hoped that he wouldn't get any of the young ones sick at the þing. Cathaoir still had been pretty quiet within the pack, for which he felt ashamed for. His last trip to the East had only been for two days, and he had made sure that he didn't leave often. But now, after he felt better, he knew that he had to involve himself more.

Finally making it, he sat apart from the rest of the wolves, turning his head as a deep chested cough interrupted the silence. He made sure to stay away from everyone else, and dipped his head to Katja. When she let them all speak, he would tell her of his news. Until then, he remained silent save for the wheezing of his breath.

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