I don't want no green eggs and ham

When Lillianna snuggled with Lark a week ago, she hadn't been expecting to catch what he had. When she did, she expected even less the severity of the illness, instead assuming - like Lark had - that it would go away in a few days. When it didn't, she remained stubborn, refusing to go to see a healer. Who would she see? Starling? Ha! As if he did anything other than mope around and feel sorry for himself. Harmony? Crazy though it would appear to one who was thinking rationally, Lillianna saw that almost as a weakness. Seeing the alpha's sister. Sparrow? The girl despised her anywho, and was merely an apprentice still like the majority of her siblings. She was determined not appear weak to any of them - and so she decided to weather out the illness.

It was a poor decision.

Curled into a ball, groaning in pain and hacking, Lillianna shivered in her den by the rocks in the thicket. The air around her was tinged with that of sickness, and it was humid - almost burning hot in the tight space. A little cat watched with concern - regardless of what Lillianna said, he was about to go find someone. While he could catch things as big as rabbits, she needed so much more and she hadn't eaten in days. Barely any water, too.

Stirring for the first time in a while, Lillianna's head rose, and she blinked blurrily around her. What...? Coughing some more, she tried shaking roughly, rubbing her dry and hot nose across her fur. Her awareness didn't last too long; eyes drifting close again, form shuddering.

Farrym frowned then; this was the opposite of good. Who to find, though? She had been spending time lately with Lark - perhaps him? Starling was a no-go and he didn't really know where to find Harmony, though Lark would be easy to find. And truly, it did not take long for the cat to find the wolf, who seemed to recognize him; he explained the situation quickly and then darted back the way he came - hopefully with Lark in tow - back to where his wolf lay, sick and hurt.

"Lark" | "Lillianna"