Blacktail Deer Plateau O' death

sorry for the wait Chey i'm terrible :(

"Sleep will help," Shale agreed, giving his nephew a smile. He was young, after all; he ought to bounce right back, right? That was what always happened. Sickness rarely took the lives of strong wolves Sunny's age; it preyed on the very young and the very old, and even more so if they were weak.

It seemed he was talking himself down, as well. After all, Shale was in good health; why should a cold knock him flat?

And a nap sounded great, too.

They reached the rendezvous site, and Shale let Sunny go his own way, to get some rest. He blinked softly at his nephew. "I hope you feel better soon," Shale said. "I forgot Pema had left. I'll see if Raid or Forrest can help you heal, if they haven't already."