Meadowlark Prairie the irony of dying on your birthday

aaron was looking for food. it was ridiculous, really, but the children had been all over him again and he needed to escape. looking for food for a valid excuse to leave, he felt. even in the mountainous piles of snow he had to wade through, he decided he wouldn't leave until he found something-- otherwise it'd be a waste and he might've died for nothing.

in the distance, he spotted a brown lump in the snow. everything was cold and wet and he couldn't scent what it was very well, but it looked like a deer or something had passed out right there. he moved towards it, pausing only when he watched raven walk right over the thing. it got up, turning out to be a rather attractive woman with a vile smell. she threw up twice and then spoke, and he moved towards raven. it was instinctual, almost, this woman could be sick or hostile and he didn't mind the inky medic, so he'd rather be there to protect her. it was, afterall, his duty was a man.

it was then that he realized there was another woman here (goodness the area was just filled with them), she blended in more with a pale white coat. he narrowed his gaze at her, but said nothing-- silently warning her not to try anything funny. raven could focus on the sick girl if she wanted, but he kept a watchful eye on them both.