He had been sleeping, a restless sleep that wouldn?t last long even had his mother not gently lifted him within her jaws. The pup would give a very soft whine, bi-colored eyes opening. He had been sick since the day before... Body shaking very violently at times and given small twitches at others, or even just pangs where his muscles seemed to bunch up and hurt for a moment before leaving him alone. He had never been more miserable in his life, scared to death of what was happening to him. His parents had done what they could... His father during the day and then his mother, at some point, separating him and herself to one side of the den so that she could try and keep whatever he had away from his brother and sister. That alone had the young pup hurting. Whatever he had... It could be bad... Well, it was bad... But it could be worse.
F?licien tried to form words, to ask where his mother where they were going, but he was still trying to wake his tired form. The fever and the seizures, plus the lack of sleep from both, were wearing the young male down. If he had managed to get some sleep he might be okay... But so far nothing helped. Not even the herbs that his mother had tried to have him eat. That alone scared him, but he hadn?t told his parents this. The way how they wouldn?t tell Sorrel or Cerise for sure that he was okay was enough to make him worry too. He was almost glad the tears of blood came on their own at that point... He didn?t want any of them to actually see him crying. It was too much for his little heart to handle. So F?li remained quiet during the journey, trembling now and then, though he tried his best to keep his eyes open. He wanted to see where he was going.
The boy would curl up instinctively as his mother laid him on the ground. He saw other wolves there... His dad, Sorrel, his aunt Song... Two other wolves he didn?t know and the orange creature he had seen around the pack. F?licien shifted his head, looking first to his father and brother and then towards the others present. He wasn?t sure what to think... What to say. What if he made others sick? Would he survive this? The thought broke the small male?s heart. He had never thought about death before... It wasn?t exactly something that a young pup needed to think about... Yet here he was... The dark thoughts entering his brain. He would give a small jerk as another muscle spasm took him, leaning his smaller body into his mother?s own. He didn?t say anything... Just looked miserable as could be as he looked at the others present. Was there anything that might help at this point?
"Speech"
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