Things haven’t been going so great since the hunt. Sure he got his promotion he wanted and finally was making a place for himself in Spriane, but for what? He felt like he was losing himself Natu didn’t seem to change at first but the growing belly that Sven all but expected to come had come and worry still had set in. He was trying not to become distant he would try to visit and be with his “Mother” of sorts when he could. After all he had never went back to his true family in lieu of being with Natu and now he was still worried he was about to be replaced. She had always wanted her own children and he was happy that she finally was getting that wish but… what of him? Maybe it was a bit selfish but slowly it was starting to seem as if his bad feelings were slowly being confirmed.

It wasn’t just that though he had been feeling… bad lately. Depressed was only part of it but tired and weak and today it was only getting worse and on a mountain he knew it was starting to be a poor mix. He had vomited several times that morning dragging himself away from his little fox hole which was more of a hiding place than a den. He had been feeling bad for almost a week now, mostly nausea but on some mornings he felt so weak he couldn’t get up. Now it was getting worse he thought his elbows and knees kept giving out and then of course the spewing from moments ago. He flopped in the snow thankful for its cold his body felt like fire and the cold felt amazing on his sore and stiff body. Everything was spinning and all he could do was close his eyes and hope that it would stop though even then it still felt like the world was twirling madly around him.

Yeah things had been taking a nose dive, he had never been sick in his life and right now it just felt like he was dying. Perhaps it was, perhaps it would be easier that way. He let his eyes open the area about still spinning as he tried to stand though he wobbled all the while. Unable to stop his stomach from churning with he spinning of the world he felt the bile come up again and gagged spitting it out before vomit again fell to his paws. He moved away from it before falling over again licking at the snow to get the horrible taste from his maw lest he throw up again from it. He felt awful and he couldn’t move anymore he wanted help though he wasn’t sure what it was he needed… just someone or something to make it all stop.