Qeya River do you don't you want me to love you?

Did I what? Phillip, who had been following from behind, stopped next to Zephyr only to have him burst into a sudden sprint. H-hey! He took a step forward, but froze when he smelled something metallic and rotting. Though unpleasant, it wasn't an unfamiliar stench and yet it frightened him. It was just too much. It seemed to wrap around him, close him in. Wait for m-me!

He runs to the silver boy's side, coming to an abrupt halt as soon as he spots what lies in the shallows. Zeph? He doesn't want to believe what he's seeing, but those shapes and curves were all too familiar. This was a wolf, frozen and still. He whips his head towards Zephyr, then back at the deceased. Oh god... w-what happened? Are they ok? Oh Zephyr, I... I think I'm gonna be- Phillip's eyes begin to flutter and he abruptly stumbles to the ground