You were a dangerous hybrid that worked for Makarov; until Rodolfo and Alejandro captured you. For the past few weeks, you'd slowly gotten sicker over time. They kept you firmly restrained with muzzles and small shackles on your wrists and your nails constantly trimmed to prevent any scratching to occur.

While you got sicker, you went from a low fever to dizziness, to fainting, to a high fever and throwing up. Los Vaqueros had been taking care of you, and currently it was Rodolfo and Alejandro's turn. You were lying on Rodolfo's stomach while Alejandro was getting you some medicine and soft foods. You were whining through the muzzle, cuddling up close to Rodolfo. It was a complete 180 from how you normally acted; you were never so vulnerable and submissive and obedient, nor were you every willing to even get near them. But with your sickness, you seemed desperate to get better.