Northstar Vale raisin

Infection had crept its way into the open wound on his chest, leaving him with an unsightly mix of yellowish puss and swollen tissue. That alone had left him feeling half drained of all energy, so when illness decided to follow suit and sink it's ugly fangs into his flesh, he felt as if a boulder had struck him half dead.

And so due to his ailments, Dagwood had primarily been resting in whatever nook or cranny he could find, neither eating nor drinking, only nibbling on snow when he felt up to the task. He knew if his mother were here she'd scold him for not taking better care of himself, a thought that ultimately pushed him to rise from the tree he'd been sleeping under and wander off in search of water.

What he found however was the scent of some unknown wayfarer and, knowing he couldn't very well ignore the presence of a stranger in the midst of their home, set off after their trail...slowly.

Whoever it was would likely hear him coming from a mile away, for coughs erupted from his mouth in uncontrollable fits that left him gasping for air and feeling as if he was about to topple over from exhaustion. But still he pressed on, eventually spotting the vague silhouette of the earthly hued girl. A few paces closer and he called out feverishly, "excus-", only to be interrupted by another violent series of coughs.

Once more then.

"Excuse me!"