For whatever reason, it seemed like the russet wolf she had spotted in the distance had been preoccupied elsewhere. For a moment, Starshade pondered the thought that perhaps the wolf had not been a member of the pack at all but a scavenger picking at the borders. Perhaps Starshade's howl had sent the woman fleeing, sure that the pack would be upon them soon and likely to chase out any intruders. It made her a little wearier, wearier than already at least, that she might have come to a place with a reputation already. The deed had been done, however, and even if Starshade wished to gain some distance between she and the ill wolf, her scent had already been taken by the wind and her voice already heard. She would be easy to track down and even easier to disengage with her current state. Rather, the most logical thing was to merely hope her association with this stranger would put the pack at ease. She could not help but sigh, trying to breathe out all these worries.

It seemed like the passing of time both sped and slowed while they waited; she kept a keen eye on Shiloh, noting the rise and fall of her chest and observing the way her body seemed to writhe from time to time. There was nothing more she could do, not now at least. Perhaps once she was less tired she could begin to put things together and work out something productive; were there herbs that could quell the girl's stomach pain? She mulled over the thoughts, swaying ever so lightly on her paws as she bit down on her teeth, unsure as to what approach she should take. It was then that another voice came from the woods, a masculine voice that carried with it the air of worry. Instinctively, Starshade recoiled back a step, lowering defensively with her eyes locked onto the boy. He was large, after all, and thus could easily present as a threat if he misconstrued the situation.

As he came to them, however, her ears flickered forward curiously as he seemed to swarm over her, clearly panicked. There seemed to be no aggression and tentatively, Starshade took a short step forward, watching over the situation before she spoke.

"I found her. In the valley. She is unwell - vomitting, squirming, she is warm to the touch."

She spoke simply, her words direct and to the point as she motioned down to the girl - no, Shiloh, she had learnt. How would he take the information, however? Would he berate her for not doing something to improve her situation? Hopefully he would at least notice the slight tremble in Starshade's own figure, the clear sign of a tired, worn down body. For now, though, she had only the intention to clear the situation up entirely before she dare make herself a suspect by leaving. It would also be valuable information, of course, to observe the pair for a little longer. After all, she had no intention on getting sick.

"She mentioned the word Amo. Do you know what this means?"