The last time we had seen Quidytch, he was huddled in the cave, having not remembered where he was, or how he got there. He had searched the place where awaken up, not remembering if he had ever been there. Quidytch was a wise creature, he could answer the felines who needed help in any area, but the problem was; now he couldn’t remember a thing about his past. Everything leading up to the event that had taken place last night was a blur.
This morning, the male was curled in the same position from last night, a grimace held on his maw as his large body was shivering endlessly. The red lion didn’t even want to open his eyes. He believed that as much as he was curled, the tighter and closer everything was to each other, the warmer the male would be. This included eyelids.
If lions could sweat, however, and feel a temperature via forehead, the male would be hosting a high fever, the hot temperature reacting harshly with the cold weather. “So cold.” He murmured, almost kicking out as if covers surrounded his body. The lion flailed in his sleep, crying out every now and then as if he were in pain.
Eventually, he was heard by a passerby, an equally red feline marred with the strangest black markings: a cobalt forelock with tail tuft, as well as the black mask that was surrounded by two bright, beautiful blue eyes. Quidytch used all his might to open his eyes, and when he had, he gave a small sigh. He had seen those colored eyes before…. Those bright blue eyes…but where? His memories was plagued by his mind, searching through the jumbled past, trying to figure it out. However, it was futile. Maybe it was just in his fevered sleep that he pictured the blue eyes.
“You okay?” The lioness asked, watching the male’s golden orbs drift in and out of focus. Just by lack of movement, the female could tell something was wrong, but she would have waited for the male to answer her before assuming anything else.
Quidytch groaned as he heard the other speak. The voice, unlike the eyes, was not familiar. “W…who… are…you?” He wheezed out, lifting his head up with a lot of effort just to place the burning forehead on the cool rock below him. It was so hot, yet the male was shivering badly. It was enough to allow the female to quirk an eyebrow, watching the sickly male struggle to get warm.
“My name is Keaira,” she spoke slowly, “A snowstorm has caused quite a wreck outside, and I was just looking to get out of it. That’s when I searched for a place to ride it out. Passing this cave, I heard you murmuring you were cold. No wonder, you are covered in snow!” The female took this opportunity to brush off the fallen snow that had landed on the male. His skin was ice to the touch. Her paw quickly retracted as she glanced at the shivering male.
She thought for a moment, how far were they away from warm weather? The base of the mountain was still quite a ways away, and she couldn’t carry him on her own. What should she do?
“Hey…what’s your name? Sir, please don’t go back to sleep, we need to get you warm.” She could tell he wasn’t adapted for this kind of weather, or if he was, it was stronger than usual. Herself wasn’t keen on the cold, however, she was traveling through the mountains before, and had experienced the weather. While the little cold didn’t phase her too much, anything to a bigger degree would cause her to shake.
The sun was beginning to ride. The pink emitted against the purple and blue. The stars had long since disappeared, and were now replaced with a single glowing ball. Wind still blew harshly, but snow no longer began to fall. Winter Wonderlands always seem to bring joy to everyone, but did those people know the deaths it could also cause? It would take the life of this male soon if she didn’t hurry and get him out of here.
When Quidytch didn’t answer her, Kea began to get anxious. She’d have to find someone to help her out. They would need to get this male out of the cold, and into warmer weather. She only hoped that he would survive long enough for her to find someone and return.
“Don’t worry sir, I’ll go get help. You’ll be out of here in no time!” and with that, she dashed out of the den, almost sliding on the slowly melting snow. She had to hurry, a life was on the line.
