we can sleep when we're dead

OOC: prior to her threads with her pups and with Aurielle. Back when she wasn't quite as sick.

Gwen hadn't felt up to walking patrol for quite some time now. She was one of the few adults left in the pack though, with Amos having disappeared, so she forced herself to do what she could to help out. Her pups had had to step up and do a large share of patrolling and sentry duty with so few adults, as well as learning mostly through trial-and-error to hunt for themselves, so when she felt up to it she made her slow way out to the wall and onto the wider perch intended for sentries. That was where she was now, sitting up as best as she could. Her breathing was labored, but no worse than she'd been for some time now, though the occasional cough that shook her had a painful rasp to it. If the cough continued to worsen, she wouldn't be able to do even this much, but for now she was able to keep watch over this section of the border wall.