Stone Circle Happiness Is A Warm Gun

The man would occasionally hum at Marten's words to show he was listening. Falling? Not swimming? Greyback looked at Vespera, taking note of the sizeable gash that filtered over her eye. Surely that wound would of hurt, but not warrant her enough to stop her instincts. Unless... Greyback continued to look at her, taking note of her small frame. Where meat and muscle once lied was now barren, shallow. She looked like a skeleton.

"Thank you, Marten," he murmured, thankful that the male was able to give him some sort of information. Vespera would be dead by now if it weren't for the cream colored lad. In fact, The Patriarch started to worry the longer he went on pushing. Why wasn't her body responding? Thankfully, in a final burst of movement, Vespera had lurched forward to throw up all the water in her system.


Sitting down beside her, Greyback attempted to warm her up with his body, his head resting over her side and looking at Marten once again. "Marten, can you go find some food from a cache? I want it fresh as possible and small— not anything too big."