Dragoncrest Cliffs a man that's down to fight.

miraculously, sobeille had rounded the corner. by late evening yesterday, her fever had broken. she slept soundly, and by midmorning the fever's remnants were in streaming tatters, her body rested enough that while aching, she no longer felt that the slightest movement might rupture her stomach.

she stretched gingerly, testing out the new range of motion her recovery afforded. perhaps she owed her maman an enormous debt -- her tender ministrations had seen to it that her daughter continued walking among the living.

as sobeille moved, something sharp nudged at her hip. standing up slowly, sobeille realized that among the bed of peltskins and unfortunate spews of bile, sat a strange ball. stonelike, but not stone, its surface was smooth and roughly concentric -- its surface interrupted by a jagged tooth.

she peered at the finding with a frown, turning it over in her paws while she marveled the sudden clearing of her head.