A few days had passed and in private, she tended her injuries left on her by the silver Creek wolf. All of her own doing, of course, she made sure to keep away from too many others so not to inspire too much curiosity. She mended gradually as bleeding turned into scabs and bruises bloomed on her aches, but on the whole, she was.. alright. It mainly perturbed her that the bulk of her cuts were on her neck, shoulder, and leg -- all rather undesirable places, and some of which were difficult to tend. Especially the ones on the back of her neck.

But today dawned and she rolled to awareness sometime late in the afternoon. It was muggy, albeit with fair skies, and she still hoped it may come to a stormy climax later on. She shook out her fur (for it was much messier than it was when she spent time with Ferdie..) and trudged to the nearest creek for a drink and a rinse. Once that was done she would properly begin her day, even if she was getting off to a late start.

So she got her dark furs all soaked and stood dripping beside the waterway, still feeling.. too warm, as well as sore (but that one was to be expected, at least). Ame didn't shake away the excess; she liked the sensation of the water on her skin, even more so right now than she normally did. Her expression was furrowed and soon she slumped down to a sit, so not to aggravate her healing leg any more than necessary, and pondered this feeling of..."off".

With her ears angled back, she willed the sensation away with a frown. It remained, and her head felt cloudy and unpleasant too, almost like she was sleep deprived when she most certainly was not. She was beginning to suspect a fever.. and the humidity wasn't helping her either. So with a grimace and a grumble, she reluctantly picked herself up and dredge tiredly alongside the small creek.

Her forward progress was far from quick, nor was it even particularly fluid as she usually traveled. Instead it was a heavy gait, one made uneven by a sore leg and while it was warm out, she panted too much for someone still all slicked in creek water.

Somewhere along the way, she became aware of a familiar agouti wolf. Her ears stayed angled back although her stare focused, despite the burn in her head. Aleera, she greeted in a gritty voice, one not yet used today. And naturally, the fellow Sunspire female picked up on her.. less than stellar condition. Ame grumbled in response -- the wolf equivalent of a vague hand gesture indicating her unwillingness to say too much.

Been better, was the best answer she would muster, and as she said it, she angled her wounded shoulder Aleera's way so that it could speak for itself. Her scabby nape was only a further indication of what bothered her. However, she was not quick to say much about the.. suspected fever (but she was still panting, so it was probable that the female could infer as much). She was still hoping to have this pass soon, hopefully within the next few hours. Amekaze could tolerate aches but not this too.

She made a wrinkled-up, frowning face in light of all her displeasure. The edges of her expression hardened into a tired scowl as Aleera posed her questions, some of which made Amekaze wince by how accurate they sounded to her current strife. The heavy head, the tiredness, the warmth like she was sitting in front of the sun... She nodded with a defeated sigh, stepped a little closer, then dropped her haunches to the dirt.

The dark Rikudou listened with ears turned Aleera's way. She was cut and dry, straight to the point. While perhaps too blunt for others, she could tolerate no less. I did not know.. you were a healer, she rumbled. Healers had been few and far between at her first home, although many wolves, herself included, were imparted with the knowledge of the basics at least. She could find some things to chew on to dull pain and slow bleeding, but it was not much, and she was in no mood to go through the motion to find those things now. Oftentimes she just toughed it out and hid until whatever bothered her passed.

Which was evidently about what she had to do with this.. fever. Wait it out. While Ame didn't know they were doing good, in their own way, her fuzzy head was too clouded to contemplate why exactly. It was likely why her prior tactics of just waiting for it to go away had worked decently enough. What can you do? she asked. Does it take long to.. hm, run its course? she mumbled.

She was still and silent in the face of Aleera's warning, only moving to lower her neck down to further expose the wound buried there in the mess of her longest fur. Naturally, even in the summertime, she kept the wildest coat across the back of her neck. While she may not be overly close and Ame a naturally reclusive, solitude-seeking creature, she had trusted in Aleera before, and would resign to do so again. She would behave, although depending on the course of this in store for her (because she was not used to anything being done to her), it may be a test of her patience. Maybe Aleera's too..I will not. Just.. do not spread word. She squeezed shut her eyes, trying to find the best way to phrase this. To Ferdie, or Jace. I will heal, and will not worry them.. she grated, seeking Aleera's confidentiality in this for she was seeing her at what she hoped would be her worst.

Ah. Still better than nothing. I only know a little, myself, she sighed, licking her dry lips from panting. In my old home.. we did not treat much. Wounds would often be dire enough to kill a wolf anyway. Her brother had been a good example. Even with attentive healers, would he have recovered? Unlikely. She fought the urge to shift uncomfortably at the memory; being sore and needing tending like this was making her think of him, and her sister, and all the times they had been at each others throats.

She tried to stay still. That one is not easy to clean. she grumbled. Her messy hair didn't help any, often sticking into the wound. And it is partly.. a reopening of an older wound, in a place where I was bruised badly as well. One from a few weeks ago.. another Creek ばかやろう, she growled, finding the words falling too liberally suddenly. She was too hot, too.

Attempting to gather herself, she went on to say I sleep in the trees.. which did not come out right. Not in the trees themselves, necessarily, but the dense thicket of woods nearby. There was an attempt at a gesture that way; it wasn't far. The mossy roots.. so no den. The creek is fine, she agreed with a small nod.

She nodded weakly although was inwardly very satisfied by Aleera's answer. Ame went on to splay her ears at her additional comment; they did care for her, Ferdie especially. He'd bulldozed Danica for sinking her teeth into her and she didn't want to think about his reaction to Shadow, even if it had been a happening of her own choice. They do.. but Ferdie has enough to worry about. And he.. she shut her mouth before the thought finished. He had the pups and their mother and the whole rest of the pack. Ame and her shenanigans had no place in his concerns right now.

She had almost expected the next bit, especially after mentioning the Creek wolves. With reluctance she took the words as they were. I was not all that near.. but things happen. And much of her wounds from Danica had been healed well enough for her to not worry about it any longer. Twisting and turning and having new teeth sink into her skin had undone it. Mhm, but they make it too easy to enjoy.. roughing them up, she mentioned with a tired smirk. She was obviously not going to be starting any trouble in the near future now though, despite it becoming a fairly satisfying hobby.

She grumbled something that didn't quite make it into words, and wrinkled her face up at Aleera's humor towards her poorly-worded statement. My preferences are not for everyone, after all, she deadpanned in turn, her own humor weakened by the heat. Then she had to focus; getting up took way more effort than it had before. She lurched awkwardly to her feet and stood frowning for a moment before she was ready for walking. Ame was viciously thankful for Aleera's word to not disclose this. She felt horrible, and having someone else, even a trusted someone, for an audience did not help. The dark wolf hobbled carefully. When I am better.. I can help replenish your herbs, she grumbled as she plodded towards the creek, although she would need her guidance in what was needed. It was the least she could offer in return.

As soon as she reached the creek, she slumped back down in a motion with no grace whatsoever. She stayed as she was, too tired to do anything about it except wait.

She grumbled. He will know, in time.. he just does not need to see that it is... like this, this bad, she jerked her muzzle towards her chest, a clear indication of.. the hot mess she was feeling like, all bared for Aleera to see whether she liked it or not. Which frankly she didn't even like, however unavoidable it was unless she intended to simply wait it out and hope for the best. I do not care for anyone knowing, honestly. But Ferdie. He would worry too much, she concluded, and recalled Swiftcurrent's residents with as much mischief as she could muster. She nodded, agreeing to letting the suspense build.. not like she had any choice.

She had settled as comfortably as she could, resting quietly after a low chuff to Aleera's words; she said not to worry about her herbs, but Ame would make good on it eventually, and help at some point or another. Her interest in Naturalism could benefit from a better understanding in herb lore after all, even if she tended more towards nature's energies and the weather, and less about plantlife. However now she was in no position to be doing anything about it. Her heavy eyelids eased shut and she waited.

Over the nauseating buzz in her head, she listened for the sound of Aleera's return. It didn't matter any to her how long she took, as she was not feeling very aware of time's passing right now anyway. She tried to relax in the meantime.

She was weakening. Her strength had waned significantly since she had settled, and this was only realized when she moved to lift her head -- it felt like it weighed at least thrice as much as it should. She groaned.

Since her ears didn't strain her, she angled them Aleera's way to hear the words and attempt to absorb their whole meaning. Thyme, help you sleep (this one interested her a lot), stomach, yarrow, swelling, infection, don't swallow... so on. She nodded, although much of the motion was probably lost since her head wasn't exactly lifted in the first place.

Ame could smell the herbs, their aromas were strong to her sensitive nose, and blearily she tried to peer at them through squinted eyes. Mhm, she grunted and attempted to shift herself so to make it easier, both for Aleera and herself. Go ahead she thought, although the thought never formulated into words.

Delicately, she reached her muzzle towards the herbs, the thyme specifically, and slowly chewed. Thinking about the undesirable taste would serve well to distract her while Aleera tended her ugliest of wounds.

Although she had no strength for the words, she was grateful. Very grateful for the attentive Aleera and her knowledge, which she now knew would benefit the pack greatly just as it was in the works to soothe her. She needed her rest, and was probably a better patient this way anyway, for she could offer no complaints as Aleera did what she must. Sleep came, better than it had earlier, and heavier to boot here underneath the watchful attentiveness of the medic. Her last thoughts before darkness were simply willing this fever to leave. It had worn out its welcome in this body of hers.

She lost the minutes, and perhaps even the hours. Only when she awoke would she get her followup and likely have more coherent words of thanks then.