Broken Antler Fen Dilemma Disease

Ammie waited for the day Seb told her she had to go. Each day she got a little worse, though she'd moved to a den across from the one Brandy and Aduin occasionally slept in, threw herself into duties, even steered clear of Pearl's whelping den. Not because she thought it was contagious -- in fact, she was positive it wasn't off of her time spent with Brandy, grooming each other and sharing food -- but because she didn't want to be a bother. Much as the tawny woman wanted to travel again, the thought of never coming back to the Fen, never seeing her family again, it hurt her soul in a way she hadn't felt since leaving MidnightShadow. Brandy was here, Seb, Aduin, Pearl.... Most of those she'd first bonded with were gone, but their ever-fluctuating home was just that. Home.

When the alphas howl rang out for her across the fen, Ambrosia's belly clenched. Forgetting completely about the border patrol she was in the process of doing, the long-legged warrior turned her frame in his direction and set of at a quick trot. Every few paces, her ankles would cross, her knees would buckle, her shoulder would twitch: something to send her lurching forward or, even, backwards. Usually, she caught herself before falling, hindering her speed and progress more than her health. 

Talking was something more greatly effected -- in her heads, the black-faced woman could write novels! What her mouth gave, however, was never the same. It could be anywhere from stuttered, missing chunks of words or sentences, or even completely missing words. It brought on a self consciousness Ammie hadn't ever known, making her much less likely to even try to speak.

Thus, when she stumbled her way up to Sebastian, she nodded her head briefly in respect but didn't speak.