Whiteeyes, who had been checking up on everyone around camp, had heard Flamestars coughing. His large ears twitch as he pads over, watching Sunday as he exited the den. "Flamestar?" He asks softly, "Is that cough still not getting better?" His ribbons flicker about, obvious signs of his worry.
Thunderjaw walks the outskirts of the camp, watching for any wondering eevee's or evolutions.