Dragoncrest Cliffs a man that's down to fight.

miraculously, sobeille had rounded the corner. by late evening yesterday, her fever had broken. she slept soundly, and by midmorning the fever's remnants were in streaming tatters, her body rested enough that while aching, she no longer felt that the slightest movement might rupture her stomach.

she stretched gingerly, testing out the new range of motion her recovery afforded. perhaps she owed her maman an enormous debt -- her tender ministrations had seen to it that her daughter continued walking among the living.

as sobeille moved, something sharp nudged at her hip. standing up slowly, sobeille realized that among the bed of peltskins and unfortunate spews of bile, sat a strange ball. stonelike, but not stone, its surface was smooth and roughly concentric -- its surface interrupted by a jagged tooth.

she peered at the finding with a frown, turning it over in her paws while she marveled the sudden clearing of her head.

it is good to see you up, sobeille. val placed the gathering of pika at his feet, studying the worn features of mireille’s daughter.

a nervousness clenched around his heart, but val beat it away with a sunny smile. how are you feeling?

Sobeille was sick. Naturally, Shadess came to stare at her and wondered if she was going to die or not, similar to the way she acted with @Lucette. 

She padded with a lucky trot, head and tail high, as she came stomping towards the den that Sobeille had been resting up in. Val was here, who she regarded with a quite obvious fake smile and turn of her muzzle as she cast her attention on her elder sister. 

Iwa not eat you yet? After all, they ate babies and right now Sobeille was a weak and easy snack.