I'm radioactive, radioactive

He had no knowledge of what was happening to him, his eyes had been watering and he had started to let tears leak out of his eyes as he took a drink. One small tear fell and it started to turn the water red. What the hell? He asked himself in a panic as he gazed into a clear part of the water to see his own reflection. He was bleeding tears of blood. Oh no. OH HELL No. This cannot be happening! This is impossible. How could this happen? Was he sick? He had no idea what to think of it and be began to panic as he called for a wolf, any wolf, to clarify that it wasn't some sick hallucination or something of the sort.


His tears kept flooding from his eyes, staining his white face and grey muzzle with the mysterious blood. He felt his fur start to grow hot and then cold, different flashes as he made his way away from the water. Something was seriously wrong but if it was some sort of contamination, the blood, he wanted to keep his cause in its spread to a minimum. He let out a long and strong call for the rest of the pack. Was he the only one with the sickness? He hoped he would not share the burden alone and that one of the healers knew what to do.