Riven quietly walked into the room, the soft thud of his paws barely registering over the sound of shallow breathing. He was still in his wolf form, something he hadn't planned on.
He'd tried to shift back at least three times on the way over, but it was like his body had stubbornly decided, "Nope. Not until you fix this." Fine. Whatever. He'd deal with it later.
Right now, all his focus was on the large, snowy-white wolf curled up on the floor, Ronan seemed to shift to the floor because of his high fever, he felt that the floor was cooler and it brought him more comfort than the bed.
Riven's heart squeezed at the sight of him. Ronan looked… Not great. His normally strong form was curled into a tight, vulnerable ball, like he was trying to disappear into himself. His fur was damp with sweat, sides rising and falling slowly.
