Dance upon my reveree

Supported against the warmth and comfort of Twig he allowed himself to be led from the waters side. The pain in his head came in waves, for it to dim down to a faint reminder for a time and in a moment flare up into a ragging headache that took away the clarity of the world. He felt the cool touch of her nose against him and it eased the way the world swirled against his eyes. He had felt fine just moments before, numb, even with the cool touch of the water. Now that he had dragged himself from the surface and was shocked back into reality he could feel a warmth in his bones that contradicted the icy cool against his coat.


He was in a state where he barely knew the world by the time they had made it into the retaliative warmth of her den. He would feel the touch of her muzzle against him, urging him forward and he would obey. He would stumble free of her grip and further into the den, feeling a sense of relief with the wind of his coat but another sense of the closeness of the walls that blocked off the freshness of the open air. He collapsed against the earth and heaved in a few breaths as her coat touched his once more and she settled in beside him. His feverish eyes would slip closed now, calming with the feel of her beside him. Dreams threatened to rise up against him in ugly shadows, but the touch of her tongue against his coat soothed him and swallowed the terror of nightmares as sleep fully enveloped him. with the comfort of her touch and in the embrace of sleep he would murmur Twig's name


His body would emit heat and feverish sweet would trickle down his forehead, it was a sickness with his immunity down from stress and injury and the cold would take him. Although he was in fever it would not be terrible nor life threatening as he felt his body calm against her touch, it would however be a few hours before the fever broke.