Kar would perk his ears, hearing the sadness that tinted Nalyda's voice. How could this be? Illness? He would flick his ears back, giving a low whine. "Sickness... but Nalyda... how can this be? You've got too much life ahead of you yet to die! You can't!" The man would get to his paws, his heart aching. This couldn't be true. There couldn't be something wrong with his beloved mate.
"You... you're lying..." Kar was in denial. "Please tell me this is a lie... some sick joke... Nalyda hunny please..." He would draw closer to her, gently nosing the underside of her muzzle, encouraging her to look at him. "There must be some mistake..."
