Well, what now

*Lark* · (This post was last modified: 04-20-2016, 06:24 PM by Lark.)

Lark felt absolutely terrible. His cold - or that was what he thought it was - was steadily getting worse. The slight tickle in his chest has blossomed into a full-blown cough now, and his chest felt congested and heavy. Not only that, but his whole body felt unusually hot - he felt feverish and weak, not at all like his normal self. It didn't seem anything worth panicking over, but it felt like there was no end for this sickness in sight. Most sicknesses would get bad, and then slowly better.. but he just felt worse each day.

He panted softly as he moved from the rapids. The movement of the water, the gentle spraying over the edge of the banks offered a nice reprieve from the fever that wracked his body. But he figured he ought to find one of his siblings and ask if they had anything that might lift the fever and maybe calm his anxious mind. He was having trouble focusing on anything - even walking made him feel unsteady on all four paws, and he swore he was swaying as he stood and made his way away from the rapids.

He caught a whiff of Starling quite quickly, and his pace would increase - but so did his shallow panting. "Hey," he'd call out softly, closing his eyes briefly to steady his pawsteps. "What's up?" His voice was a bit wary - he hadn't talked to Starling openly for awhile, and he didn't want to seem like he was only coming to him because he wasn't feeling well.

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