The irregular plodding of Wolf-Rayet's paws are hardly audible over the howling winds. It screams in its ears, and overwhelms their already failing senses. The overwhelming sickness is claiming them a second time.

With a whimper, it sniffs in the dust, before immediately sneezing. Uck. It was so sensitive, everything seeming horrifically too much now. The curse was bestowed upon it when its stone decided to come to life - it was an unlucky gembound.

It still trudges in vain, even as one of its hind legs buckles underneath it. Even so, it drags itself on, paw splayed out behind, other three struggling to bear its weight. "No... no..," it breathes, voice hoarse. It wants to keep going, to not fall here.

And yet it does. Rayet's struggle is in vain, as its remaining feet come out from underneath it. Collapsing into a depression in the rock floor, it whines, before its mismatched eyes flutter closed. And quickly, quietly, the stone that hurts it so claims it, wrapping the Culpeo up in a black and grey blanket.