Duskfire Glacier If we go down, then we go down together.

A rope of anxiety looped into a knot inside his belly, the little girl was as fragile as early winter ice atop a lake but Rye would do as asked. He nodded then withdrew a soaked moss ball from the kit, carefully and gently did he press it against her tiny forehead. Rye kept the pressure astoundingly light, knowing water could ooze from its fickle confines and cause the girl to aspirate on a droplet of water. He moved the ball higher onto the top of her head and resumed gently dabbing the water across the fur, not wanting to overdo the light soaking Rye pulled his head back and went to discard the ball. He didn't want to risk spreading what the pup may have to any others, although Veteran stayed with his sister it didn't appear to have spread to him. The hotah wondered if his body had already fought the illness off, a surprising outcome to him given the boy was the runt but stereotypes were always primed to be broken. "I can stay nearby throughout the night if her fever doesn't break this round of treatment, maybe consistency might be the key."