Hoshor Plains yesterday's been laid to rest

As he drew closer, the thick scent of infection filled the air; immediately he was concerned for his brother. No doubts lingered as to the wolf's identity now, but before Nathaniel could call out again he was interrupted.
Mona's dash towards her eagle caught him off-guard. For a moment, he tensed, but her scent registered just as her fur was suddenly mingling with his. A soft sigh escaped him, eyes flitting to her-- he hadn't realized he was holding his breath. Slightly more at ease, his attention turned promptly back to Sebastian.
Not a moment too soon; Nat heard his name and drew closer with a gesture for Mona to follow, ears perking. Sebastian.
He paused a couple beats, assessing his brother.
You look like shit.