Sun Mote Copse Sword of Damocles

joined by towhee, arcturus repositioned himself by wraen's neck. the wasps came in mercilessly, stinging him along his nose, his ears, his eyes -- even his belly and flank felt their share of barbed reception. through out all of this, arcturus dug his heels into the dirt and hauled and hauled and --

they were finally at the den.

safe.

he felt.. he felt not well. it was hard to explain the way he felt, but looking at wraen he knew she was worse off for it. he was eternally grateful towhee was there, and mumbled something about getting water -- something about bringing weejay with her moss and her honey to help.. and then he was tottering off, feeling sick to his stomach that wraen was so ill, and he could do nothing to help her.