You came back to me

Mortis stayed by Hikas side, all through the night, and the mokery of a day. Then the next night, and the one after that. The fever raged through the friend of his heart and Mortis could barely bring himself to leave his side. He brought the white wolf soup made by Lia, and herbs that seemed to do something to help with the heat that raged through Hikas skin. The boy was as wet from Mortis' tears as he was from the heat of the fever. He dabbled soup on the boys tongue, he wiped damp cloths across his fur. Ultimately, he knew he was waiting for the day the terrible fever took his weakened body from Mortis forever.

Then, one day, he did not know how many later, there was light in the sky. A burning orange haze, the likes of which had not touched the land for so very long. He looked back to Hika, and like a lifting spell, the fever broke. His not-yet lover weakly opened his beautiful eyes, and Mortis looked at him, tears in his own. He gently soothed the fur from the boys eyes, clasping his hand to his cheek lovingly. "There's you are" he whispered, knowing his friend had made made back to him.