After a few days though, it was too much. Against her better judgment, the ghost remained curled up tightly beneath a tree, far enough away from the falls where she hoped she wouldn’t be found or bothered. Shivering on occasion, despite the warmth of the day and the sun that found her fur through the forest canopy. Far too tired to rise and attempt her duties.
Hungry and dizzy but lacking the motivation to do anything about it. She hoped her leaders, all of the others, would not look down on her if she took just one, or at most two days to herself. Moreso, she hoped nobody else caught whatever this illness was. The last thing she wanted was to pass it on to any of the parents or their families.
- RE - Paradise Falls, some sort of mild illness is going around.