Northstar Vale raisin

she doesn't get much further before leaning back on her haunches, blinking into the soft snowfall. it's getting harder to move for long, and exhaustion takes hold almost like a disease. she knows she can't still for long; doing so would make stopping to sleep all too tempting. before she can make the decision to move further along, a bout of coughing has her twist, concern penciled across her features. 

she moves toward him, surging onto her feet and forward. "are you alright?" she pauses what she thinks is a polite distance away, flattened ears displaying her uncertainty, flickering gaze her concern.