WRAP IT AROUND ME LIKE A SHEET

Some days the fever is less- the heat that courses through her body, doesn't seem to have the eternal fires of hell behind them. Her bones ache, but she's managed to leave the den a few times to meet wolves at the borders- hoping to relieve Qanik of some of the stress of leading, even if it kills her. On the floor of the den now, she's laying- exhausted, her chest heaving with every breath. The only thing getting her through this hell- is him. If he's beside her, surely she won't die. She feels him stir- and knows it is him because of the searing heat of his body. Her ears flick idly at his voice and she turns her head slightly to look at him. Some sick karmic joke this is, she feels miserable with the plague and with her heat. Her body not only aches with fever, but also pulses with a need that she doesn't understand.

She feels his tongue, and his scent alone- drives her crazy. Isn't she already insane? The fever makes her hallucinate, and sees crazy things. Things that couldn't exist, but he- he is real. Her head turns, her violet eyes seeking his green gaze. "Faust." She murmurs. If he's here, surely she won't die. He'll save her. She tries to smile slightly- for once grateful that she had been able to move, so that the blood caked on her face was washed off in the nearby stream. She maybe dying, but at least... she's attractive.