But Why is the Pesto Gone?

Pesto was more then ready to settle down past the border and rest, when suddenly her body was being heaved up over her shoulders and all she could do was protest with a meek "Hey! No!" Her expression turned sour, but after it became apparent that Sparrow wasn't kidding did Pesto allow her head to collapse upon her pack mate without more protest. "Stay awake? Keep talking? Gods, Sparrow, I'm not dying." The Klein girl grumbled argumentatively, before obediently continuing with the conversation. "Yeah the whole damn family. Abraxas as a whole. My suggestion? If you hear anyone introduce themselves as an Abraxas either put them down right there or just get the fuck out before they try and covert you to the cause. I'm not insane, so I don't buy into it. The rest of them are, though."

She kept talking as Sparrow instructed, eventually being dropped gently into the flattened grasses and groaning. "Nope, gonna die right here and now!" She called back after the woman bluntly as she ran off to find her 'medicines.' Laying down felt great actually, and Pesto did consider closing her eyes for a nap but the last thing she wanted was to freak out the other raidsman further. When Sparrow returned, her eyes were only half-lidded with exhaustion. She glanced down at the herbs and raised a single brow, her nostrils flaring as she took in the very unfamiliar scent. Pesto had been injured a dozen times before and this remedy was unknown to her, but she wasn't the type of wolf to complain about free medical care. "Alright then."

She reached for the bundle and gave it a nibble before red-hot pain poured down her neck and she damn near choked on the herbs as she cried out. "Fuck! Sparrow!" Her glare returned, and she kept it upon her packmate while she took a chug from the bottle. "I'm gonna be fine, but you do that again and you won't be." The threat was a grumble, and she flopped her head down upon her paws with a huff and a groan.