Blacktail Deer Plateau O' death

He leaned gratefully against the larger form of his Uncle, taking in a slow breathe and releasing it wearily. All of a sudden all he wanted to do was lay down in his den and go to sleep for a while. Maybe a good long rest would bring back his energy and he could return to working for the pack. After so many trespassers and the attack of the lynx he'd smelled around and saw the wounds from he didn't want to be down for the count. 

"Yeah...I'm gonna go sleep for a while then maybe I'll be good to go again" he said forcing the brightness to his tone. His head had begun to throb in time with his heartbeat and the area behind his eyes ached. He began to walk forward slowly turning his muzzle away from shale so he wasn't breathing on him and infecting him too. He figured he'd definitely caught was going around, it didn't need to spread any further than it had.