Broken Boulder the district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights

edit: AW but maybe @Khali or @Koume ?

He knows something is wrong the moment he wakes up. Well — something is always wrong, isn't it? He rises slowly, unable to gather the energy to panic as his situation becomes clear to him. Slowly, he stretches out stiff limbs and swipes a foreleg over his slightly-weepy nose, shivering faintly.
It feels almost as if he'd been caught in a stampede the night before — overnight, his entire body has become sore. His head aches. There's a gnawing feeling in his stomach, painful and lingering somewhere between intense hunger and intense nausea. There's no way he's eating, though. Mucus has already gathered in the back of his throat — ugh.
He slips quietly from the den as the sun rises, making a point of avoiding his packmates. No need to worry them just yet; it's taken him this long to get sick, so maybe if he just isolates himself for a few days it'll go away. He slips off to Paradise Garden, trying to ignore the way his chest tightens to see the dark mound of recently-upturned dirt among the flowers. He settles beside it, swallowing hard and cringing at the feeling of mucus sliding down his aching throat. He almost says something — that's what you're supposed to do, right? Keep them company even in the afterlife? Maybe she's still listening, somewhere.
But he can't think of anything to say — it all feels too empty now. Maybe she's not listening at all.