August 18th
Sunny, 68 F
Mid Morning
FTC's Princess is sick! All welcome!
She felt absolutely terrible! What had happened to her? Yesterday Neha had been perfectly fine. Her usual self, full of energy and spunk. But when she woke up this morning, in the new den, she just didn't feel right. Her whole body ached, her skin felt too warm. Her eyes and nose too wet, and a persistent tickle in her chest. What was worse, is that she didn't even feel like herself. She was too miserable to play or to explore. Too tired to make any smart comments at her brothers. All she wanted to do was rest, but even that in itself, was proving difficult with how uncomfortable she felt.
Instead of being in the communal den with everyone else, like one would expect her to be, Neha was instead curled under the shade of a large Pine tree. It's needles were a soft bedding material, but offered little comfort. She had pressed her small body as far back as it could go, until her spine was resting solidly against the rough trunk. Despite being so tired, the girl was not asleep. In a most atypical posture, she laid with her head dejectedly between her front legs, ears planted firmly against her head. Eyes which were usually bright, stared blindly ahead, slightly glazed. A few feet off to her side, were the remains of last nights dinner, which she had spewed up into a slimy pile of mush on the ground. Her stomach quivered and rumbled constantly, but she was too nervous to try eating anything. Knowing that her Mom and Dad were probably busy with their adult business, she wouldn't want to bother them now. And she was too proud and stubborn to seek out any of her other pack mates. She was a Princess...she was supposed to be strong! There was no way on earth that she would let them see her like this! Yet as another nauseous wave flooded over her, she could not help but let a keening whine escape her mouth. All she wanted was to get better...to make this awful feeling go away. She was scared, not knowing what was wrong with her.