The sickness held onto his mind with a dark vice grip. His wet muzzle was touched with the sand of the marshes, and his tongue laid lazily on his lips before he sucked it back into his mouth. Her song was sickeningly sweet, like a guide to a place unknown, and yet now he did not know if he should question its existence with it feeling so...real. The dead weight of his own existence was enough to bear.

It took the sound of Avery's voice to knock him out of his continuous deep growl. It led him into a calmed silence, where the howls of Lillith were in the distance, as if she were calling from the mountains of Spirane. He slowly turned his head to her, and some may even notice that bit of weight that had dropped off his muscular frame. His jaws still remained chiseled, and thankfully Raven had sacrificed much of her hunting skills to keep him alive. He heard Avery, and his hazed eyes attempted to fixate on her dark figure. Her words were hard to process, and it took time for their meanings to register. His stare was naturally intense, and yet now it was touched with something else. A bit bloodshot, looking not directly at Avery, but somewhat through her. He knew it was her, and that she was here, and that it was her voice that muffled the screams of Lillith in his mind. His heart beats harder as he takes in deep breaths.

"Calls- screams, in the trees, in the mud, it...never ends," his gruff voice grumbled, sand still scattered upon his dark and ripped muzzle. He voice was different, deeper than usual and more raspy from the toll of the sickness on his body. He allows his eyes to connect with her for only a sparse moment, but a moment none the less. A moment that showed the draining of his body, the psychosis and delusion that wraps his mind and binds him down.

Raven speaks, and his attention is brought to her as well. It was a strange sensation, as he had not noticed her there before. It seemed in each direction he looked, it was disconnected from where he looked before. Avery was almost completely forgotten as he looked upon Raven, and the hell dropped at her feet as she sat next to him. His head wobbled a bit as he then gave a single nod.

"I don't know- where, where is it, how can I go, where I don't know?" he asked, ears falling back firmly on his head as he winced with the sounds within. "Do not want to leave- you both," he mumbled with a heavy breath, feeling a dizziness overcome him. His body begins to lean one way, one front paw flinging to the side to catch himself. A growl thunders in his chest again, hearing the whispers in his mind. They were driving him mad. He did not know how he could control himself much longer.