Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

am I gonna have to strangle you? :o

Thuringwethil hadn't followed the scent with determination because something was wrong and she couldn't put her paw on it. The smell was off and concerned had gripped her throat early on but she did her best to ease her trouble mind. The day was slipping away from them but she wouldn't rest until she finally comes upon her gamma with a look of concerned smeared across her face. Her brows burrowed as she catches sight of the grey woman, a whine escaping her lips as she steps up. 

There's a part of her that tells her to stay back, a red flag waving up but she doesn't know much about healing or injuries or where fevers indicate contagion. Thuringwethil sweeps up next to her, however, and pushes her nose in her fir to confirm that somethings... simply not right. "Lucani?" she says softly but there's a dazed look on her face and a sinking feeling in her stomach.