Wrynn moaned loudly from where he lay upon a small outcropping of the red rock, partially curled up into himself and feeling very, very sorry for himself. The tickle in the back of his throat spurred forth a bout of coughing, leaving him gasping for air as he tried to breath in between each cough. This was horrendous, how was he supposed to find food when his very presence was an alarm bell? He swiped at his nose with a paw, trying to wipe away the sticky fluid that seemed to be a never-ending torrent pouring out. Of course he was sick, it was winter after all. He shouldn't have expected anything else.
His mind brought forth thoughts of Levi, wondering if he should try and seek him out as maybe he'd be kind enough to assist him yet again. The wolf had let him share a den and eat some of his food, which was a great kindness to a lone wolf, but he also didn't want to be a burden and constantly seeking him out for help. Wrynn wasn't sure he could even find Levi again as his nose was so blocked up that he could barely smell anything, which is why he had searched for a slightly elevated spot so he could at least see if something was heading his way.
He shivered from the cold then, and curled himself up into a tighter ball so only his face was peeking out, wondering if perhaps it would be a better idea to find somewhere warmer to hide away, at least until he felt a little better.