TO CLOSE TO THE SUN

There was another call. Some meeting of importance that requested the attendance of not just one pack, but two. Arietta's ears twitched nervously as she heed the call, coughing up some phlegm as she made her way. The woman had fallen ill, the sickness deep within her chest. She wasn't sure whom to speak to as far as getting herbs went and had spent much of her time alone, denned up and even hidden from her daughter. Arietta felt like she was drifting apart from her last child, that Vesta's heart was becoming as the frozen landscape was. She would shudder, fur fluffed up against the cold.

When she arrived she sat alone, a distance away from the others. Her head pounded, the sickness making her forget that Devin, whom had stayed with the pack even after the change of crowns, was in fact a healer. Another cough racked her form, her gaze shifting back to Roman after the spell ended.