As the first light of dawn crept into the cave, I stirred from my fitful sleep. My eyes immediately sought out Stella, and my heart sank. Despite our efforts through the night, she looked worse. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, her fur damp with sweat.
I scrambled to my feet, rushing to her side. "Stella?" I called softly, nuzzling her gently. "Can you hear me?"
There was no response. Panic rising in my chest, I looked around frantically for Mara. The old healer was already making her way towards us, her face grave.
"Mara," I said, my voice trembling. "She's getting worse, isn't she?"
Mara examined Stella carefully, her experienced paws gentle but thorough. After what felt like an eternity, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with worry.
"The infection is spreading," she said sof
