Ocean's Breath Plateau silver sparrow

red leaf was frail. chakliux would not be met with a face, but instead a voice, weak and fragmented and followed immediately by harsh, ugly coughs; come in.
she held brave one close to her chest, feeling his warm puppy breath as it rhythmically beats against her neck and her jaw.
if he was to enter, he would be greeted with a fragile husk of a woman who was once radiant. the white-cloaked girl was disheveled, fur caked with clumps of dirt and sand; the floor of the den had days-old spatters of scarlet and sickly green; her breaths, erratic, stuttering. she was rotting here, she and her son.
and still, she felt terrible that chakliux was looking upon her in this state. she raises her head to search for him, only to lower it back down without another word, eyes squeezing shut; waiting for tears that could no longer come.