Greatwater Lake Or something better, I could care less

East felt so bad right now, that he briefly considered taking him up on his offer. But that was just the illness talking; he wasn't anywhere near ready to die even if it did feel like a boulder had fallen on top of him. That didn't mean he couldn't dream about the relief death might give him right now just to have something else to think about. He meant to give a huff of amused laughter, but it came out as more coughing instead. When he was sure the episode was finished, he looked to the stranger again. Unfortunately, no, I have not been left to die, he replied. I'm just trying to isolate myself so I don't get my— what was he supposed to call them? Packmates didn't seem right. —my friends sick, East struggled to reply, the words continuing to be as raspy as every painful intake of breath. We do call this area home for now, so I feel like I should ask what you're planning on doing here...other than offering me death. He managed to straighten himself up some and regard the other man suspiciously, his body protesting the use of energy as he was suddenly overcome with a strange light-headed feeling. He clenched his jaw painfully to wake himself up, scrounging up a much needed spike of adrenaline as he waited to see if any action needed to be taken against this stranger.