make haste, we've got a life to waste

It seemed the terrible blight had finally relinquished its hold on the wolves of the Col. With his tea, the patients could fully rest and regain their strength since they didn't have to fight the tremors and hallucinations as much anymore.

He stepped outside the clinic for a moment to take a deep breath. As he let it out he heard the telltale sign of little Jamie having a coughing fit. He had kicked himself for missing Ignita's birth. But since he had checked on them he had made a mental note to keep an eye on the two girls of the litter. Selene was simply the smallest, but she didn't seem to be in much dire straights as Jamie. Jamie had a familiar symptom to him.

Oleander starts to wander up to where he can hear her frustrated cough. When he sees her it's just when she pushes her book away with a force he knew all too well.

Without saying much he lightly pads over, grabs the book she had been reading, and peruses where she left off.

"Oh, I liked this one when I was sick too." He said as he sat down on his elbows by her. putting the book between them.
"I always felt like I was missing out on everything when I was little." He mentioned as he placed his paw in the book and looked at the paragraph.

"Speech"