Qeya River take it from me, you're my dirty disease

sorry this is short but couldn't resist x:

He had not imagined seeing his fine companion like this again. The scent of infection in the air like a bad omen. Outlander didn't want to believe it but the form on the river looked too familiar to ignore. His head raised up with ears standing tall. Worry was painted clearly across his face.

Alarian. He called out gently and perhaps more caring than he had expected. The big burly male would lower himself slightly as he crept closer, peach eyes raking over the worn form.