Winter season had struck the lands, but in Auster it felt like dry heat. He had moved further away from pack lands in an attempt to find herbs, the ponds in the starlit plains had dried up so water was becoming scarce. He headed east away from the lands in search of water that might be harboring precious herbs nearby, but each land he crossed came up empty. He was becoming discouraged, and was about to turn around and head in another direction. That is, until he scented something strange. First, he caught the tailwind of strangers, two females who seemed to be loners. But beneath that, a scent that was steadily becoming stronger and tinged with sickness. He flicked his ears with hesitation. Wondering if he should head back home and alert his brother, but the healer in him also told him to go forth and investigate. After all, what if it was someone that could use his help? He knew Ankaios had some herbs stored in the cellar, but whether or not they were usable was unknown to him at the moment.
Finally, the boy decided he would go on ahead and see what was going on. If there was anything he could do to help, he would. Trotting forward, he came upon the sands of the bay and looked around until he spotted three figures several yards away. Inspecting them from afar, he confirmed that the two who were standing around what seemed to be a fallen figure were female judging by their scents. When his eyes spotted the fallen form of a rather gargantuan wolf, he immediately grew concerned. He headed towards them, wary but determined to help should they need it. "Greetings, what's going on here? What's wrong with him?" He approached the fallen form, opposite the other two. Bending down, he scented the fallen wolf and his hairs stood up in alarm. He was sick. Very sick from what he could tell, and judging by the red foam on his lips it was definitely something bad...but nothing he'd seen before. He stepped back a bit to give the wolf space. No doubt that if he woke up, he probably wouldn't be happy to find himself crowded by a bunch of strangers. "This man is very very sick..." He murmured.
"Speak"
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