Blacktail Deer Plateau in the shape of a heart

This one's for @Blue Willow!

Although several of her past days had been spent outside the plateau's borders, Fox kept close to home today. Not for any reason in particular, but she did know that it was important to keep tabs on what was going on where she lived, slept, and led. She was still mildly suspicious that Atticus's "condition" was contagious, but the longer time went on, the more she trusted that Blue had been correct in thinking that it was merely a head injury of some kind. Fox could only hope that his head injury did not turn into what Haunter's invisible illness had: death.

Not because she had any personal connection to the male, but because so many wolves on the plateau did. Had he still been well, Atticus would have been an equal to her. Unfortunately, he had been all but unresponsive. It was a wonder they were even able to get him to eat. Most of his time seemed to be spent staring into space with the same blank stare. It made Fox uneasy, and she avoided him for that reason. Instead, the girl found herself meandering about the pack lands, sniffing at this and that as she did so.