He was sick, and he had been for months. He was sure some members of the pack had noticed, and if they didn't? Well...he didn't blame them. He had hardly integrated with the pack since he joined, and quite frankly, he just couldn't bring himself to really care or try. He only really saw them during meetings, and he only really ate when Zell or Frost brought him food. He did occasionally hunt for himself, but they were mainly things like mice or rabbits and other small prey. Things that just barely kept him going. Faite was gone, and so was Fortune...
He had felt a little okay when Fortune had returned, but it seemed she had come and gone all too quickly.
The emaciated male slowly stumbled out of his den, his frail and ragged form an incredibly poor sight to anyone who saw him. Dull green eyes looked up to the night sky, noting that it was pretty late. He hardly came out during the day. It was better for him to just come out at night. At least that way, he could avoid running into others as much as possible. Especially the younger ones...he didn't want them to see him looking so pitiful.
He slowly made his way to the river, and he was glad he had decided to dig out a den closer to the water. It had taken him a few days to properly dig it out, but he was somewhat satisfied with it at least. The moment his paws touched the water, he lowered his body until he was lying down on his side in the cool mud. He often wondered what it was like to die...but unfortunately for him, he didn't think it would happen to him anytime soon. Why would fate ever show him that kind of mercy when he felt like he didn't deserve it? He was convinced instead, that living like this is exactly what he deserved.
"Speech"
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