Well, what now

Starling kept walking through the rapids, feeling the familiare moisture in the air sink into his fur. And yet, it brought no happiness to him, didn't make him feel the overwhelming feeling of home that he usually felt. Instead all he felt was the cold in every strand of his fur, and a lack of comfort. He didn't know when the shift happened, maybe it was his most recent stint of scarcity. Maybe it was that the little voice in his head finally won and made him feel like a stranger in his own home. Either way, it stole the air from his lungs just long enough that he had to gasp for a breath.

Just as he seemed to get control of himself again, he caught the scent of sickness. It was strong, and moving closer to him. Quickly he looked around before he finally spotted Lark, and a new breathlessness took over him. This time, panic. He stared at him with eyes a little too wide as his brother approached him, unmoving and unspeaking until Lark broke the silence. The soft words threw Starling through the loop, and for a moment he just stared at his elder brother when he finally realized that the silence had stretched on a few moment too long. "Umh.." He whispered softly, at a loss for words before he cleared his throat. "H-hi.." He whispered, shifting on his paws a little awkwardly. "H-how are you f-feeling?"

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"