HELP MY SISTER SHE'S DYING!

If there was a word for misery Jewell knew it. Her stomach hurt after she ate a piglet this morning. Her stomach was starting to get rounder too, making her wonder if she was eating too much. She hadn't been out to give French lessons to Torin lately mostly due to she didn't feel up to it. She was tired alot and hungry alot too, but every time she ate she started feeling ill.

She was outside her den right now, laying in a spot of sun. The fresh air would hopefully help. She did feel the need to dig a deeper den lately too. She had bathed again this morning as Well, but she could still feel that male on her, using her. She needed to see if someone could give her some self defense lessons but she didn't know who best to ask. Frostbite or Torin might be her best bet but did she dare tell them what had changed her mind? She didn't want to be seen as weak. If anything she felt like living through this he'll twice should make her stronger, but right now she didn't feel very strong.

She sat up with a start as her stomach lurched. She was getting sick again and she couldn't stop it. She tried to stay as quiet as possible though. She didn't move away from it this time, instead turning her nose and head away from the stench and sight of it beside her forepaws and laying her head back down.