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Raven had been a busy bee since the sickness had spread to much of the pack.  Somehow she had managed to avoid coming down with it herself, though she figured it was probably because she was constantly preparing remedies for others and was thus fairly well-protected from the virus.  Whenever she wasn't directly helping someone, she was out searching for any plants that might still be hanging on despite winter's creeping approach.  Much of the vegetation was brown and dead, but in the lowlands and thick forests, she could still find some areas of vibrant greenery.

She'd been so busy since the onset of the sickness that she hadn't seen much of Eljay lately, so she thought she might drop by his family's densite and see how he was doing.  She wondered if the cold had gotten to him too, and she didn't have to wait long to find out.  The sounds of his sneezes reached her long before she saw him, and though she tried to smile for him, it was hard when she saw just how truly miserable the boy looked.  "Hey, Eljay," she greeted him softly, her tail brushing across the backs of her legs as it wagged.  "It's got you too, huh?"