Down with the Chill
Joining thread
07-03-2020, 02:12 PM
It had happened shortly after she had given birth, perhaps it was the rainy season, the cold and early morning frosts. Pyrrhic had begun to sicken, and Riva had waddled her pregnant body around to gather herbs and dry meat in the early stages of it. She had ensured he drank plenty of water, and ate the meat softened in broth. If she had not made those preparations, then perhaps all of them would have starved after Riva, weakened by her pregnancy, caught it also. She got the sickness in a lesser degree to her mate, and healed more quickly, well he was still too sick to rise or eat more than broth. When Riva was well enough to travel, she kissed her mate, left supplies by his nose, and buried the entrance of their den behind woven vines. In her healers pack, she had stiffened a section of it to ensure it would not collapse on her children, kept the flap open, and had her little ones ride on her back in this manner. If she was waylaid, her little ones would starve, she could not leave them behind. Steeling herself against the unknowns to come, she made her way to the pack her mate haled from, and the brother she knew she would find there. She stopped at the borders, and raised her head, howling to Eligos. She needed his help, with a packs resources, Pyrr and her sickly child would heal more quickly. |
