Hideaway Strath to one in paradise

New Snow lingered nearest to her mate. What she appeared as, then, was a contrast to all that she was. The phlegmatic rattle that came from her throat was as unattractive and fearsome a sound as any snarl, though perhaps a bit more grotesque. She had yet to reach the peak of her own sickness, however—there were only tells of its approach.

When the stranger approached, her muzzle wrinkled and her teeth were revealed. Blood Spot spoke in the distance, but she could not understand. The scent they sought... it might be here. She sniffled, nose blind from her sickness. Another growl emitted from her vexation; but at least it was not for naught.

New Snow waited.