[BEAR.]

Firehawk sighed gently as Snakepaw reached toward his stomach, doing his best to remain still as he felt around. He didn't really care about the invasive questions -- it was Snakepaw's job to ask, and come to think of it.. "It's been darker than it usually is, but I thought perhaps that was just a result of aging." One was only old once, and it didn't get better from there. Firehawk missed the days of youth where he wasn't confined to camp. The tranquil days of prowling through the forest.. seemed so distant now.

He flinched when Snakepaw found the mass, a short, instinctual hiss in his throat from the pain. "It's like you stabbed me. And it.. aches.. all over there, like a huge bruise." He didn't know how else to describe it at the moment.

 

Moments after being prodded by Snakepaw in the tumor, the (somewhat) unexpected jolt of pain throughout his body made Firehawk queasy, and he awkwardly side-stepped from Snakepaw to hurl what little he had in his stomach onto the ground. In his illness, he failed to see the bright red blood that lined the contents of his vomit.

Sheepishly, he attempted to wipe his muzzle and gave Snakepaw a weak but sad smile. "Apologies, I don't usually do that.." At least he didn't do it on Snakepaw (or anyone else), he would've felt even worse.

[ @Rani ]