Jade Fern Grove I'd only waste it again

she'd nosed @Artyom awake early that morning, just as the barest rays of sunlight began to play on the snow. a short howl to the pack to announce their absence, trusting in Bhediya to watch over them while they're gone. together, the pair set off to the south; adopting a gentle, roving pace. winter's grip is still tight, though she likes to imagine she can see those tiny signs that it's beginning to loosen - the fleeting figure of movement in the canopy that could be a robin, the gentle drip of a sun-warmed icicle. 

she pauses, then, grimacing as she attempts to force back nausea that hits her like a truck. the pain in her chest she can stand, but the seemingly random bouts of nausea are becoming stronger, and more frequent.