Moonspear True is it that we have seen better days

The past several days had been hell for Dash. He hadn't been able to keep any food or water down, and his muscles refused to support him for very long. He had stuck to his den most of the time, though this morning he crawled from it, feeling the need to feel the sun against his fur to warm him.  He hadn't tried to eat since yesterday, figuring it was pointless to take from the caches if all he was going to do was chuck it back up. His fur was still unkempt since he didn't have the energy to groom. 

He emerged slowly, mostly crawling until most of his body was outside the den entrance. He laid down then, releasing a long breath as the sun began to instantly warm him. The ones that followed were shallow, and his eyes closed as the familiar ping of pain continued in his abdomen. He really didn't know what had made him sick, but he had decided to just stick it out.