Noctisardor Bypass wünschen

he saw her fur outside the den, the side of her pelt as she spoke to him through the mouth of the shelter. he felt rather like a badger looking up out of its set. it was an image that annoyed and bemused and humbled mahler. 
for a long while he did not speak.
"i know vhat i do not vant it to be."
a wasting sickness. a killing illness that sucked blood from his marrow and sent it cascading down his throat.
he did not want to think of its prognosis.
"i have treated it in others." their faces were blank to him now.