[/html]The illness had taken him quickly and without warning. He had sent for Vorraussetzung by way of Daniel, her crow but word had arrived that the Berowick leader was away. She would have known what herbs to take and what to do. Instead he was all alone inside a pack of wolves that weren't family. Blame his melancholy on the vomiting in the early morning and his confinement to his quarters. He didn't want whatever it was to pass to other members and had confined himself away, sculpting and carving until he was sure his fingers would begin to bleed. For a day he even worried that his vision was failing but it had returned, although blurry, later on. Whatever was getting him was assuring he would be miserable.
Tayui's call, the white alpha brought him out of his dozing and he straightened. He had returned to his normal wolf form a few days ago when he couldn't carve anymore and his body had begun to dull its ache. Stretching out his back he began to pad towards the Commons, wodnering if anyone would even recognize him let alone welcome him. Shrugging and sidling near the wall he made his presence known with a nod and then laid down to listen and watch. Fatigue and illness; and an overall lack of his usual enthusiasm seemed to envelope him in a fog. He could only stay away to avoid spreading the sickness and listen.
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