Sun Mote Copse There beyond the palisade

With a sudden jerk, Niamh went from snoring slumberer to snarling demon, snapping her jaws together threateningly to dispatch whatever it was she'd been chasing in her dreams, before she realized that something had awakened her. She shook her head, blinked her eyes blearily, and licked her lips for a moment, confused. Hadn't she just bitten something? What was it she'd been doing- and- oh...She was awake, now; it must've been a dream. Well, that had been vivid. She would've settled back into sleep had she not inhaled deeply, as though to sigh, when she caught Chanel's scent. 

"Huh?" She called out, pulling herself to her feet and moving toward the den's mouth, where she could see Chanel's features, frightened, peering in. It was the middle of the night- what was she doing here? Demurely, having forgotten her dream as soon as she'd stopped growling, she gave Chanel a friendly nod, and nudged her packmate gently in greeting as she pulled herself from the den. "Oh, hey, what's-" She questioned, before her blurry gaze caught sight of Primrose.

He looked limp and frail, lying on his side like that- and there was vomit on the ground. While she was used to her son being fairly dramatic and expressive, the woebegone expression on his face was much more sincere than what she might've expected from him; something was definitely wrong. "Prim," She said, as she swept to his side. She flitted about him for a moment, sniffing and passing her muzzle across his brow to feel for temperature, noting the spittle at his lips, the feel of his nose, and the short, shallow breaths he was taking. She didn't think to check his vomit for any sign of what might've caused him this agony but bent to lay at his side, and called out for @Eljay.