Moonspear Frantic feathers.

Talisman groaned in his sleep. Although the bite wound was shallow and Alaric dutifully tended to his treatment, the young coyote remained in the grips of a hellish infection. The fever dreams were awful, leaving him aching and wearier than if he’d just not slept at all.

A very, very loud sound jerked him awake with a gasp. Talis just barely resisted the urge to roll over and jump to his feet. He checked himself, carefully maneuvering into a seated position. He looked around groggily, then padded to the mouth of the healing ulaq. The wintry glare turned his eyes to slits. He raised one reddish paw to rub at them.

An unfamiliar wolf was walking this way. The coyote blinked rapidly, eyes still squinted. He set down his foot and watched her. Who was she? What was she doing here? Had she made that godawful noise?

Probably just a cameo! :)