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A weak and pitiful whine escaped through Day's teeth when his daughter arrived at the scene. Too distraught to answer right away, he simply leaned heavily into her when she drew up beside him. Her presence alone offered him a great deal of comfort - he'd been worrying about her, lately - but did nothing to mask the pain.

"Snake bite," he said in one quick, clipped littel breath, trying to take in the air he needed while also trying to appear calm and collected before his daughter. "Sunny left," he added, his eyes flicking in the direction he'd gone before finally closing. Now that he'd been found, he had no reason to keep going. The male limped toward the nearest shelter - a scraggly-looking tree with twiggy, low-hanging branches. When he'd reached the shade, he lowered himself to the ground and curled in on himself, sides heaving. A pale tongue lolled out of his mouth, dripping with saliva as he panted through the pain.