trouble in my bloodstream

The older wolf informed him that he had tried his best to help the pack, but he’d gotten sick himself. A gentle whine of sympathy bubbled up from his slender throat, and the gawky youngster found himself frowning lightly. ”Well I bet everyone is grateful, and if they’re mad at you for getting sick I can ask my dad to beat them up.“ He assured the large male, nodding safely to himself as he did.

At the offer to come on a little walk to collect herbs, the boy shrugged lightly and got to his paws. ”Sure, can you tell me what they’re for when we find them?” He asked as he stretched out an ungainly forepaw until his toes brushed against the male’s thick foreleg. Now he had a waypoint of sorts, and could figure out where to position himself. ”What kind of stuff do you find around the barn, anyways?” The dark furred youngster questioned in a singsong crook of childlike delight, waiting for the telltale signs of movement from the massive male to prompt him to get moving himself.