Dragoncrest Cliffs Still I want you to find me

portia was by her garden-- one just outside the lake by the tree line where just enough sun got it. it was actually fairly close to where her whelping den had been-- so when she really needed some time away, she gardened and then took a quick nap inside. she wasn't napping today, though, and instead was tending to a large clump of lavender that was doing exceedingly well. mama was proud. it wasn't until the hoarse cry of her most timid child drew her from her peaceful afternoon.

she sprang from where she sat, seeing the boy waddle and stumble into view. she sprinted to sirio, sniffing and proud and trying hard not to start sobbing. "sirio! sirio!" she exclaimed, trying to keep his attention on her. he was struggling to breathe, something portia knew very well how to fix-- but what was happening? what was wrong? "honey come here-- mama's got you, it's okay," she tried to coo, but was feeling to anxious for it to come out as softly as she'd managed. she grabbed the pup by his scruff (though he was getting rather large) and dragged him to her garden, quickly beginning to harvest the only thing she thought would help-- juniper berries. 

"tell me what happened, sirio, try to tell mama what happened."