Redhawk Caldera Dragon's gamble.

While he wasn't sure he ought to try and mend whatever rift had formed between Towhee and Fennec, the former was still at the top of his list of wolves to reconnect with after returning. He was aware of where her den had been so he scouted the area, but found her trail made his stomach turn. Traces of vomit here and there- bile, too. It smelled sour and made his lips curl, but he followed his gut instinct and followed her fairly obvious scent trail further into one of the caves. 

When he found her, he couldn't smell mucb other than the thick aroma of sickness, stomach acid, and the metallic scent of blood. He wandered in further, until he could see her faintly against the dark- but she looked feeble and miserable. Not knowing disease well enough, and keeping Killdeer's safety in mind, he backpedaled, exited the cave, and howled out for @Fennec even though his voice was raspy and weak.