Blacktail Deer Plateau dust

Blue pulled him closer holding him in the crook of her front legs. Furiously lapping at his face and eyes. Wondering what on earth she could do. If he had a fever he could spread it to the other two. She just didn't know what to do, this was her own flesh and blood and he was sick. And every whine, every cry cut through her heart like a thousand tiny knives. She whined softly.