ooc: :c sorry im late!
Something was wrong. This apparent truth could not be denied any longer though she insisted on metaphorically burying her head in the sand to the symptoms becoming more obvious. Weakness was her first and more humbling sign, forcing her to leave the mountain less and less and sleeping in solitude more than she was accustomed. Training had fallen by the wayside, which in itself as a taboo for the Exultare female. She could not run without feeling winded, nor balance upon the stones of the Garden without feeling ready to collapse at any moment. Her joints were burdened by an imaginary pain that made it difficult to run, let alone hunt without assistance. Smaller game was about the best she could handle, and even then the small meals were never enough. Despite her weakness, she was always craving more.
And the thirst. It was alarming. What started as an annoying routine because a painful ritual that forced the she-wolf down the mountain time and time again to the lake. Sense would have dictated that the pair of them return to the Chambers and stay there until she was over her ailment, but X'ies would always deny her using this sickness to assert his limited dominance, but always in a loving manner that show he cared though worry was apparent in his eyes. Neither of them would speak of it, but she knew they had though the same thing; perhaps purging had done more than what was expected. Perhaps it weakened her to such a severe degree that this illness was its result. Were the Ancestors upset with her? Was this their punishment, she wondered but refused to speak with X'ies about it. He seemed to be in his own thoughts, taking her illness as he did most things; in contemplation.
Even though she knew something was not right with her, she could not resist against the demands of her body. Food, water, rest. Food had already been taken care of that morning, now on her ritual was the water. Completing her haphazard slide down the mountain the Issor commenced her march to the lake, tipping her muzzle skyward with a yawn from her late rise.