Naaghai Lowlands Rattus rattus

ah, useless fool! his blow fell upon unfeeling flesh. Thiago sang to dancing desert visions, and took no notice of his dying brother. Carlos cursed. he picked himself up again, gagging between his bitter mutterings.

should have followed Juarez, he spat into the sand, each step a struggle as he took in the scents upon the ground. do you hear me, idiot? Juarez! find him! he should not have spoken so harshly to his brother, he knew. but he was not himself, he was not well, else such hateful words might never have passed his lips.

the green would put him right again. Thiago understood. nothing would stop the sickness consuming his body like some slow-gnawing parasite lodged deep in his guts — but the green would ease his suffering a little, if only they could find the panther whose supply never seemed to run dry.