The sickness had taken her to very dark places, many she had not visit in very long. The visions of her father had wreaked havoc within her mind, the need for Dutiron seemed to triple. As the medicine was administered the woman would wake and beg to be by his side. He was a ray of light within her own personal hell. With the cure clearing the clouds from her mind she could think again. What had happened?
Her tired body had finally relinquished itself to restful sleep, dreams devoid as her body began to recuperate her strengths. She would still sleep as Dutiron made his way back to their shared den, his scent gently wafting inside, stirring her slightly. A small breath would leave her lungs as her eyes began to slide open, the last bits of blood still visible on her creamy pelt. Clarity was also returning to her orbits, she could see her mate's silhouette outside the entrance. "Dutiron?"
