Honeyed Pasture the gentle moonlight

A low growl- surprising her a bit. Here she was, vomiting, stumbling, falling- and he could witness it all and ask her to go? Had she wandered onto claimed land? She certainly didn't recall finding any borders- but perhaps the sickness had reached her nose and deprived her of her abilities. A pack live here? She mumbles quietly with confusion.

I sorry. I leave now, she tells him without waiting for his response, thinking she ought to get back to the island anyway. His rush of her was likely in her benefit, her people awaited. She turns to make her exit, takes a few wonky, unbalanced steps, and falls face-first into the snow once again. Huā coughs and pathetically pulls her head out from the ground, legs unsteady as she tried once again to stand. She refused to look back at him as of now, knowing how weak she looked. It was unbearable.