Chilly bones was now feeling the affects of blood loss, it was to great. As he took each breath his lungs burned. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. "Alright....fine....c-carry me I guess...." He said feeling defeated. But for some reason he wouldn't let go of the herbs. It was like it was his life in his hands, to valuable to lose. He heard the pups make their squeezing sounds, trying to growl. Only to no proval of threatening him.
His climbed onto her back lazy like, but things got incredibly worse and fast. He went into the death rattle, a term he had not used for so long. A dying man's breathing, a disgusting sound as each breath of air was taken. A raspy and almost rattling sound came from his throat, making it sound like he was breathing in sand. It was very noticeable, and worried chilly greatly as he felt very light headed, and his vision began to blurr.