Broken Antler Fen Welcome To Hell, My Dear

Seb was speechless - that scared Ambrosia more than any sickness ever could. Despite her already laying down and being physically relaxed, her nails scraped at the ground and every minute or so she'd lick her lips in uncertainty. What in the hell was going on? Just as Aviana was showing up, Ammie had to ask: and no amount of fear in her shivering, uncertain words could muffle the speech - 

                                "Sebastian.... Am I gunna die?"

It was the only thing she could ask - she didn't know what was wrong, why it'd started - hell, she barely knew when it started! Were the other wolves going to get sick? Surely not, or Brandy would have it by now....