Looking for a Life Raft

Chrysanthos was drifting in a haze, just on the verge of blessed sleep when he heard the scratching of claws on the rock, the tell tale signs of someone approaching his hideaway. His fears were confirmed when he heard a commanding female voice and he felt his stomach flip. Shit. How had he stumbled onto pack land? He supposed his illness had killed his sense of smell, his respiratory system was overloaded with mucus, it didn't exactly help matters. Chrysanthos knew there was no point staying in his hide out, his only move would be to see if she'd let him leave.

He stuck his head out of his hiding place, eyes blinking the light away. He opened his mouth to speak but instead had to turn his head and cough once more. He didn't have the strength for long explanations. "Sorry… I didn't smell… I'll go." He slowly eased himself out of the crevice. Bolla followed and he quickly shrugged on his pack before turning to get out of wherever the heck he'd managed to find himself.