Sunbeam Lair When?

Asterr had needed to take a step back as the other jumped to her feet, though her worried gaze never faltered. She'd seen the wobbling of her legs, her perceptive nature shining through with the concern she felt towards her tribe mate. Despite the obvious, the other female had tried to deny her failing state, but the yearling didn't believed a word of it. She was an aspiring medic, having been trained back in her old tribe, and knew a healthy wolf when she was one—and she did not currently see one standing before her. "You are not fine," she stated calmly. "Do not lie to me, Ezimette."

As if to further confirm her suspicions, the woman fell back not once, but twice. A sigh slipped past the younger's lips as she shook her head, motioning for the other to still herself. "Do not apologize, there is no need," the chieftess began, glancing her over once or twice. When her gaze had finally settled back on her face, she asked, "When was the last time you ate?" Even though she'd mentioned hunting, that didn't necessarily mean she'd been eating, too. Any lack of nutrients could have quite the toll on a being's body, that she knew from observational studies. If the woman was not eating, then that would explain a lot. Asterr hoped that wasn't the case, however, for the well-being of her tribe was always her top priority. If one of them had managed to work herself so hard she could hardly stand, then who was to say others wouldn't do the very same? It was something she could not allow to happen.