Cailean smoothed cool mud onto her arms. Immediate relief from the biting mosquitoes. Spring was here and it brought back many things but she did wish It’d kept some. She was back in her human from and she scratched vigorously at her legs. Ahura watched patiently. Barely any had settled themselves on him for a drink. Dusk was falling and nausea churned inside her. Night fell quickly and they both lied under a tall spruce tree. Sheltered by it’s limbs. Ahura was asleep but Cailean was far from it. Drenched in her own sweat, she wiped her forehead as rivers of perspiration ran down her temples. She got up and walked a ways and suddenly hunched over and vomited. She felt the need for water and she kneeled down at the river and dipped her hands in. Washing her face and drinking deeply. What was wrong with her? The night air suddenly began freezing or what seemed to be freezing, yet the timperature had not budged. Cailean was simply going throught the next common stage of Yellow Fever. The sickness cam for Mosquitoes and she had found a bad one. She ached for sleep. Stumbling and barely able to walk she made her way back to Ahura’s side. Sleep did not take her this time. She was more unconscious then anything. The sun was at it’s highest point when Cailean finally awoke.

“Your up early” The werewolfs voice penetrated through her head and she winced but said nothing.

“We’ll travel a bit today” he turned and began following. A quarter of a mile they had traveled until Cailean couldn’t go on. Her knees buckled and she collapsed but somehow strong arms caught her then darkness. Ahura held her in his arms. The girl’s body was frail and colorless. How could he of not seen how ill she was? He scowled and whistled a short note. Litador burst out of the forest and stood at his side. He lifted Cailean onto his back and whispered something in equine and the horse bowed his head. Ahura mounted the stallion and suddenly a shot blasted past his ear. Litador reared but his riders stayed on. The confederate army had discovered them and the werewolf shouted a quick word to his mount and they galloped off. The soldiers who already had horses were in pursuit and they were gaining on them.

“We must get the Ethanzeer” he whispered. If they made it.

To be continued…..