Posts by .::Faith::.

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    Faith had checked out of the conversation a long time ago, and now busied herself with playing around among Arthur's antlers as if he were a walking jungle gym, which, he pretty much was in her eyes. Said gaze lit up upon Will's arrival. Ah, her favorite perch over all. The kit leapt deftly from the deer's rack, landing quite easily in a crouch before speeding over to Will and then wasting no time in climbing up upon the wolf's back. She felt oddly safe with the elder brother or father-like male nearby... His presence put her at ease.

    Faith blinked as she was quite suddenly surrounded, sitting up proving to be a very bad idea as she gagged momentarily before winning the fight against her rebelling tummy once more. The kit backed up until she was bodily pressed into the cool rock at her back, tail fluffing up and large ears back as the fur along her spine rose as well. Though, her confused and glazed over gaze soon recognized the newcomers as harmless, and she eventually relaxed once more, coughing before speaking. Her voice was hoarse and cracked here and there as result of her low water intake, and she winced. "Throat hurts... Too..." was the best she could offer.

    The femme finished off the offered berried thankfully, and winced at the taste, licking up the honey to cover such a thing. Her tired gaze moved to Will, and the kit offered a small smile in hopes of reassuring the lupine. Her stomach seemingly did a flip, and and groaned softly, pressing a paw to it as she waited for the berries to kick in. When Will came back offering water, she gladly took a few sips. Finally, she curled up once more, shivering despite the heat of the dessert. "S' cold..."