Zhener

The large Wedge-tailed eagle soared in low, over the ground. He mad a heavy crash landed that broke a few feathers. Picking himself up, he headed over near and tree and hunched his shoulders up. The pupils in his fierce, dark eyes were contracted to pin-points and his breathing was swifter than it should be. There was no scent of sickness about him though, only his attitude and those two symptoms showed that anything was wrong.

Moon Spirit

White she-wolf moved away from Black Lies...at least she thought that was his name she couldnt remember. She saw her wedgetail eagle friend and saw how he landed. She moved softly over to him and said "Zhener? Is everything alright?" she didnt like his eyes or his fall. She could already tell something was wrong....but what?

Zhener

He shook his head faintly, glancing at his friend, "'es just my stomach 'en my mouth." he tried to control his breathing, but it was still fast, along with his heart rate. "Must 'ave eaten somezhing bad; I vill be alright." Zhener said, straightening himself up slightly to try and look better than he felt.