[/html]Well that sickness had come at a great time hadn't it? Sedition had just begun to get over his illness when the fire had begun. He was still weak from the fever and the nausea that had plagued him for close to two weeks, he didn't have the strength to run. His full-shifted form had been set aside for times of need and thankfully he could shift to Secui without much effort. The smoke and flame did little to help either, the smoke filling his already fever-pained lungs and causing him to struggle to keep moving. He did however and somehow managed to survive along with his small bag from Berowick. Daniel, Vorr's crow had seen flame and Sedition had sent him back to Berowick with the message that he would be okay and that their small grave tribute to Teri Wick would be set up wherever he managed to find shelter, 'Souls wouldn't have appreciated the sentiment anyway. Urgency and fear filled his brain but he set it aside, being foolish would do no good; he was old enough to know better.
Far away from the fire he sat down to rest his leg, cramped and paining still from the sickness that had taken hold of him before. While he was resting he had managed to trace a scent, a familiar pine and tree scent that he knew could only come from living on the mountain for so long. Fatin? He hadn't had time to get to know the alpha of Jaded Shadows but now he saw her ahead of him, his slow and sick limp would have been aided by the cane he had carved during his seclusion but instead was tightly bound to his back. Limping in his Secui form he gave a nod to the small group: male, two females and a youngster. He put his own worrying, pain and trickling fear out of his mind as relief washed over him. "Fatin, I'm glad you made it out okay." The male seemed protective so he gave a little more of a bow to him before turning back to her, "Have you seen others? Are you okay?" He knew nothing of healing but anything he could do he would.
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