Blacktail Deer Plateau and i won't say it again

Grayday's ears flickered at the unfamiliar voice. She smelled like Morningside, so he didn't worry too much, but his feverish mind couldn't recall the name (names?) of the most recent joiner(s?). Part of him wanted to ask who she was, but it didn't seem worth the energy. She was pack. That was enough.

"'s only a cough," he confirmed. He knew he was being dramatic. It didn't bother him to be scolded for it. He'd made a token effort at looking for the proper herbs for this sort of thing, but eventually, the call of rest and cold rabbit had won out. He'd live either way, and it would be better to save the herbs for the kids. "I'm just moping. Nothing wrong with a good mope sometimes."

And better to do it on his own rather than in front of the kids.