Croakerpaw stumbled into the den. His stomach rolled as he forced down another round of sick and he moaned quietly.
"Shiverpetal?" he called weakly.
"Shiverpetal, I-I need your help. Please..." As he glanced down, a drop of blood ran down his cheek and landed on the den floor. He squeezed his eyes shut and took another wavering step forward. @
Dipper