Frankly, My Dear...
03-31-2013, 04:11 PM
"Adette?" He would cry out her name over and over, seeking her out amongst the thick grasses and shrubs. Only when the wind shifted toward him did he pick up her scent. Rushing toward her perfume, Gerhardt gave a whine as he found her curled in a tight ball, looking positively horrible. "My love, what has happened to you?" She stunk of vomit and other detestable things. He attributed this to disease. He would need Loccian to offer her healing, but he would also need to bring her back to Seracia for her own safety. "How long have you been sick?" A sigh would ring from tight lips as he slipped into a laying position next to her, ears folded back with worry and slight fear. His eyes were soft and compassionate as he rested his head on his paws, watching her carefully. "speeeeech" |