Arrow Lake my darling angel is not inside

thorn had not detected that takiyok had briefly considered walking the other way, though as she did make torwards him, he was surprised as she suddenly lurched to a halt and seemed to hunch over as if ... sick. he too froze, the quail abruptly dropped from his jaws -- for it was not so different than the scene he had encountered with the blackbird of swiftcurrent.

his ears pulled back, for he was most uncertain now -- was she okay? sniffing the air cautiously, he caught no trace of sickness lingering in her breath -- but bile was there, thick and acrid as a wasp's sting. the quail was forgotten, for it seemed she was in no position to eat it -- venturing as close as he dared, thorn asked "are you not well?"