The Sunspire maybe we'll get lucky and maybe we'll both grow old

The sun wasn't even up when the frightened call came from Seabreeze, rousing her awake and instilling her with a sharp stabbing concern. She got up and hurried toward the nursing den, spotting the mother lying upon the ground. She hurried close and touched her nose to the woman's fur, gasping at the sickly heat that came from her in waves. "Lord help me. Stay awake, I'll be right back Darling. Don't go back to sleep" she said in a hushed  voice. Quickly she moved to Olive, the other mother she had met and nudged her firmly. "Seabreeze is seriously ill. I need to go for herbs and water. Lay curled around her the best you can, keep her warm and soothe her. Do not let her sleep" she gave the instructions the slowest she could afford and then bolted back to her den.

Once there she grabbed Oak and Borage leaves for the fever and a bushel of feverfew for the chills. She grabbed moss and ran to the closest puddle, soaking it and then racing back to Seabreeze's  side. She dropped the herbs and took the moss, dabbing Seabreeze's feverish forehead and face with the cool moss. "Do you have any idea how you got like this? Did you eat something bad? Have an untreated wound?" she questioned.