Whitewater Gorge XXXII

She flicked her tongue across her muzzle, and flicked an ear back when she heard another sneeze from behind her. A minimal glance revealed that it was Augur, fallen ill with the sickness as well. She cringed, and would have simply moved away, wanting to avoid anyone else who was sick not for their sake, but for hers. She didn't want to get double sick, if that was possible. 

She snapped to attention, however, when the sound flushed a rabbit. Hungrily, she tore toward it, uttering a soft, possessive growl. It was in her path now- and was now her quarry. Selfish and starving, Lilia dashed after the rabbit, hoping she could catch it before Augur did, though the man had a great deal of size and experience on her. Where the rabbit swerved, she went wide, scrambling for purchase in the snow.