Members of the pack came sniffing around while Blake was sick. Amaris could smell them lingering around the cabin. None dared come too close though. She figured they were just there on Rex’s orders to ensure she had done what she was supposed to.  Some, like Finn, dared to come closer, coming almost to the porch while others refused to come within striking distance.<br/><br/>During the fever, Amaris did her best to tend to him. She trickled water down his throat regularly, she managed to get him to eat some, she helped him to the bathroom. She sat with him and talked about what his new life might be like even if he couldn’t hear her. What she did not do was leave his side for any length of time, spending most of the week curled up in bed with him.<br/><br/>By the time the fever broke, she was tired but excited to see what he would be like when he awoke. Deciding they would both be hungry, she was busy searing the outside of a steak and frying up some potatoes when his arms snaked around her waist. She leaned back into him with a gentle sigh of contentment, laughing as his scruff tickled the side of her neck. Then just as soon he was gone, distracted by new scents and sounds, she was sure. The food was finished and set on a plate to rest before she followed him out onto the porch.<br/><br/>Her arms slipped around his waist as she came up behind him, kissing the center of his back before she nuzzled her cheek against him. They were both naked as she’d given up on trying to keep him clothed. He had torn them off in his delirium on the second day. Her fingers splayed across belly as her hand slid up to his chest, just touching and caressing his skin. “You’re like an excited, distracted puppy. You’re going to have to learn to control your new senses or the humans won’t know what to make of you.”