Duskfire Glacier Hope for survival

@Adlartok , And every other DFG Member welcome who wants to visit Ad on his sickbed. :P

Scarlett stayed up all night with the youngster after she tended to his wounds. The pale female kept him warm and let the paste do its work on his back. After the night settled Scarlett decided that it would be too cold for him to stay outside. Somehow she managed to get his body from the riverbank to her den, thank the moon her den was only meters away! She got the youngster pillowed on the soft mosses and against her own body. Soon the small chamber under the ground was heated up by their body heat. Although Scarlett figured it was mostly hers. At least Ad wouldn't get a cold as easily than when he was laying outside. Once more her tongue lapped over his wounds. The small cuts were coming along nicely but she was worried about his back.

The light lady only slept for a few hasty naps during the night. Her head laid worriedly next to his. She hoped he would wake up soon. The female wasn't sure if she could handle seeing him die. At least he would be in warm caring paw. Still, this could have been avoided. Scarlett eventually got up, only because the den was warm enough as it was and she wanted to have some food for Adlartok. It took Scarlett more than an hour before she caught a fat hare. She brought it back to her den and became Ad's heated pillow once more. The small white hoped that the scent of blood coming from the hare would rouse him.

Scarlett wouldn't be surprised if it wouldn't work. She knew a thing or two, and it seemed that Adlartok's body had shut down for the sole purpose of surviving. She liked to think in a positive way but it could be that his body was slowly shutting down... Those were the types of thoughts who were not welcome in the mind for the female. Scarlett felt so bad, and didn't know what to do. Which caused her to start licking behind his ear, on top of his head, cheek and muzzle to get him to wake up. She was certain that the youngster's face never had been so thoroughly groomed before (along with his wounds). Hygiene was her top priority.