Neverwinter Forest When you sit all alone with the weeds?

Little did Dante know, this spell would signal the end of the worst and a steady rise to at least a little easier times.  Right now he was simply horrified at the way his own lungs seemed to be rejecting everything he threw at them, wondering how he was going to continue functioning as both packmate and Beta if he was not able to run even this far.  As ice crept down his spine, the sound of wings brought his eyes up, though his head stayed low.

It was a moment before he could speak, and when he did, the word came out broken and almost sent him into another bout.  "Apparently."   He managed to quell it down before it got as bad as the previous, though he could feel himself shaking by the end.  

Perfect.  Another had joined, and it turned out to be none other than the black wolf (whose name Dante now knew, although it had since slipped his mind) who presumably led alongside Charon.  Before her appearance might have brought a measure of happiness, but now, his regard for her had fallen.  Not so low as to rank with her co-alpha of course.  But he could never respect a wolf who accepted even co-leadership with his 'nemesis' (lol).

He forced himself to breath a moment, speaking a little softer once it had leveled out.  "It'll pass," he said, though he hoped he sounded more sure than he felt.  He had a long way to go to return home and had wanted to be back before darkness had fallen too long.  At this rate he'd be stuck walking and the trip would be far longer than he'd anticipated.