Great Bear Wilderness The pain beneath my scarred visage

Sitri was in and out of consciousness, he was fighting it with all he had. Heeding his father's words, that it wasn't time for him yet. He was shaking limb to limb and he heard running feet. Like a sucking soul he pushed himself up from the darkness. Red eyes gleaming on the female that he wasn't sure if she was there or just a figment of his imagination. He could smell the water though.

Surging to his feet, he sniffed at her face trying to find the water. He needed it, he was burning up needed something. He froze muscles quivering and legs feeling like jello as he tried to keep his eyes on the path before him and the wolf that stood there. Water for Sitri?