[BEAR.]

By the time Foxpudge had made it back with Brightstar, he didn't only feel nauseous. His head was screaming at him and his pelt was itching uncontrollably-- like something had gotten on it and was irritating him. "Shouldn't I be saying the same about you?" he managed to huff out, glancing over at his leader. His friend. "You never did get those scratches cleaned up. Your pelt isn't dark like mine, you can't hide the blood very easily."

Foxpudge reached to lightly nudge her shoulder, concern in his eyes. "Are you sure you want to be out here? I figured you'd rather rest in your den.." Shadows dancing at the corner of his vision made his fur spike, he could have sworn he saw movement-- but no one was there. "Did you see that?" @Fuzzy [also open for all!]