Looking for a Life Raft

Deathbelle might not have noticed him were it not for the awful coughing that fell from his lips. The sound carried, and mismatched ears perked towards the sound. The scent was completely unfamiliar, and instinctively her hackles raised in alarm. Dainty paws carried her towards the crevice turned den. What she could see of him was miserable as the way he sounded. ”You’ve got a long list of problems wolf, the one I’m most concerned about is why you’ve brought your disease to Ashen’s front gate.”

With obvious curiosity in her sleepy gaze, Thistle the short eared owl landed on the Empress’s shoulder. She peered down at the poor man while Deathbelle held a much more stern expression. ”The least you could do was hole up somewhere I wouldn’t smell you.” She added, wondering if he could be saved. Or how much Lucretia would scold her for being in the man’s presence.