Blacktail Deer Plateau First thing's first — I'm the illest.

Backdated a bit! Who wants some yuck?

Grayday knee things were bad when he woke that morning with aching joints and slugs in his throat. At least, it felt like slugs coming up. It was actually gross, foamy yellow stuff, and Grayday guessed as much, having endured the cough before, but could he really say for certain what anything was, these days?

Grumpily, the male disentangled himself from his wife and assorted packmembers (children, mostly) to go and relieve himself. His legs shook as he lifted his leg, so the leader ended up in an awkward squat, hoping no one would see him in such an undignified state.

He returned to his sleeping spot to find that the bowl he'd been nestled in so warmly before had already filled with snow. He began to dig out his bed once more, muttering to himself all the while.