Brightclaw's sick day prologue
It was a peaceful morning on Vivosaur Island for everyone…well almost everyone. I fell out of bed with a thud. My blue bangs hanging in front of my deep blue eyes.
"What the heck was that?!" Exclaimed a small white and black furred angel-hound known as Brightshadow.
"Don't really know, Brightshadow." I say as I get up off the floor and walk over to a door leading to another room apart from the one that I sleep in. "Hey Brightclaw, any idea of what that noise was?" I ask after knocking on my other angel-hound's door. Upon opening the door, I was greeted by an electrical shock with my shockproof gear on. "Strange, how was I shocked with my gear on?" I asked myself as I walked over to Brightclaw's bed. "Good morning partner!" I greeted her as I removed the blanket from her face, but something was off about her, she wasn't up early at all!
"Hey…there…Hunter." She sniffled.
"What's wrong, Brightclaw?" I asked as I noticed that she was a bit dazed.
"I don't know, I just feel…" Before Brightclaw could finish speaking, she collapsed onto her bed.
"Brightclaw!" I gasped as I put my hand to her forehead and just as I had thought she was running a high fever. Even though her silver gray fur was blocking the skin, I could feel right though the fur to feel the burning forehead. I quickly grabbed her and had Brightshadow sit on my shoulder, and rushed Brightclaw to Dr. Diggins and Prof. Scout to identify the problem