Sore, crusted lashes fluttered open so that his golden eyes could gaze out groggily from his usual resting spot beneath a tall sequoia tree. It took the agouti male a few moments to properly focus his vision, straining to see through the sleep which had formed at the corners of his lids. The first thing he saw was the blur of falling snow as it filtered down through the trees, and then the thick white blanket of it which had come to settle on the ground, to which Lorcan let out a groan in displeasure at.
Shifting slowly up into a sit, which turned out to be a bit of a task considering the awful aching of his limbs, Lorcan finally turned to gaze across to the eastern horizon. He had expected to be greeted with the warm glow of the sunrise, but instead was surprised to see nothing but bright cloudy skies. Pale brows furrowed then as he quickly realized that he had slept in later than he normally did. Another groan was released into the air as he pushed himself up awkwardly to his feet. He couldn’t just laze around all day, no matter how much his body protested. He needed to get to work.
Forcing himself to walk through the pain of his aching limbs, the agouti male made it as far as five trees further before he had to stop, for his head was spinning. Golden eyes clenched shut as he tried to steady himself, but that only made his temples throb. His muzzle wrinkled then and he stumbled over to the nearest tree trunk, feeling rather dizzy and disorientated. Slumping down to in a splay of limbs beside it, the agouti male barely managed to catch his bearings before another symptom of the sickness struck him. A loud sneeze echoed through the trees of Hearthwood and Lorcan let out a final groan of acceptance.
He was sick.