Hideaway Strath 20 going on 50

For @Towhee but AW :)

It was only getting worse, the coughing, the snot, the phlegm, everything. Rye felt dead tired, like the life was draining out of him as the suns passed. He strayed away from the main pack areas, unwilling to share what he had going on. Especially cautious of the little ones. It wasn't completely debilitating but it was getting to be annoying, like fleas or a well embedded tick. With the shake of his fur, Rye dusted off the drowsy from his bones and out himself back to work. Border patrol, if he couldn't hunt for the pack he could at the very least keep track of the borders health. While he was upright the phlegm in his lungs shifted, which was a good and bad thing. Rye couldn't wait til the bug left his system, he hadn't be sick in ages, he missed being able to breath.

Rye paused to stretch his tired legs, leaning down with his front legs stretched outwards. Earning a few satisfying pops from his lower back. He sighed with feel good relief, feeling his back ease out of its tension. After shaking away the shivers, he continued on his way, his mind drifting to different subjects as he patrolled. The hot topic of the day? Towhee.