Blacktail Deer Plateau sick love is my modern cliche

"Urgh!" Easy complained, rolling away from her brother-in-law when he began making gross sounds underneath her. He smelled funny, too, and didn't react the way she would have liked. "You're boring is what you are," she complained, circling back to prod at him uncertainly. She'd been kept away from the other sick wolves, and although she recognized the scent that hung off her brother's pelt, she was a little confused about what this sickness thing was all about.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked abruptly, crouching down and belly-crawling to touch noses with him, her expression now slightly more concerned than disgusted. "Should I get a grown-up?" she added.