Windsong

Katja's paws padded quietly over the drifting snow as she ghosted along the border on a lone patrol. More and more she had been encouraging her children to join her, but with Taufr and Raesa both listless and ill she had been content today to let them sleep while she took the patrol alone. After all she'd seen in the south, she feared that her children could be showing signs of that fatal illness, though she had not seen the progression of the disease, just the end result, so she could not compare the symptoms to that of her more lethargic children. She needed to speak with her healers and warn them to be prepared, perhaps even speak with the alphas who still remained in the south to see if they had encountered the disease. With the northern cold instead of the southern wetness perhaps Yfir would be spared... though that was in the hands of fate now. It would not do to put off her warning now that she'd returned, so with the thought come to mind she lifted her muzzle to call her nephew to her side. He was an accomplished warrior as well as a healer, so perhaps he would enjoy sharing her patrol while they spoke.