A gust of winters frigid breath would rock what was left of the man's deteriorating body, causing a violent shiver to shake him from his deep slumber. Groggily he would open his eyelids to find Twig had vanished and he was completely alone inside his den. Apprehension would consume him, his head slowly lifting as he used his last bit of strength to look around for any sign of Twig. He doubted she had left him here alone to die, she had probably stepped out for a restroom break or a quick bite to eat. A whine would slip from his lips, he feared the thought of dying alone, especially since Twig had promised to stay by his side until the end. Had she changed her mind, had she given up on him? A few minutes would pass by before he would remove his gaze from the opening of the den, resting his head down against the dens floor as he sighed weakly. He didn't have the strength to move, let alone sit up and stare out an opening until Twig returned. All he could do now was hope she hadn't left him. An excruciating pain would abruptly shoot through his entire body, bringing a pained yowl to seep from his clenched jaws as he clawed at the earth with his nails. Again it would rock him, paralyzing him with pain as he was forced to endure the minute long torture. His breathing would escalate, morphing into short and raspy breaths, similar to one who was drowning and gasping for air. Panic coursed through his veins as thick as the sickness, and he feared this sudden attack would be the last he could endure. He did not know how much time he had left, but he was almost certain he would not be waking again after this. Tears would stream down his ivory cheeks as a cry seeped from his lips, ringing out across the Valhallen territory with urgency as he called the two women constantly plauging his mind: Twig, and Chrysanthe. He needed to see them one more time... Just once more. -inserts sad song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3FCMU3USKc - "Speech."

OOC: I would like Twig and Chrysanthe to arrive before any others, but after they come anyone in the pack is welcome :)

Slate covered paws would carry the thin girl quickly back from Crucifix's side. What he'd told her was important, she needed to know what he was up to. However she feared for Themisto's life. He didn't have much time left so she knew she needed to hurry back to his side. Trying to keep herself strong for him, her mind still loathe to think about what was after. She would be in denial of the loss she was about to experience, but she'd been with him for weeks and saw first hand his quick decline. His time in this world was not long. She was almost back to him when she heard his weakened cry. Her heart dropping as she pushed herself to his side faster. Slate backed ears would fall to her skull as she came close, heartbeat quickening as she shot through the entrance of the den. Dry violet gaze would adjust to the dimmer light, her body instinctively wrapping itself around his cold form. Her fur had thickened even more so with the winter. Plenty for the both of them. Her tears wanted to spill over with Themisto's, her tongue lapping at his wet cheeks. A whine at her throat as she assured him with her presence. She wasn't about to leave him now.? ~Ashley "Twig" Black~