Down with the Chill

The pups that raced towards her caused her to start in alarm. She had to assume they belonged to the pack in some capacity, if they were scavengers that had trespassed, she was in for trouble. She was only a tiny thing, but very little fighting experience. Her and the pups may well seem like an easy meal. When the pups raced off again, she frowned, leaning forward to watch their departing forms.

Ah they must have been scouts, then. Here they were again, accompanied by a tall, commanding wolf with golden streaks across his face and body. Eligos? he fit the description of her mates brother. He confirmed who he was once he stopped a polite distance from her, and she quickly gave him a polite bow. “Eligos, I am Riva Nightingale, your brother chose me as a mate recently, and these pups are his. He’s been struck by a sickness and lies den-bound. I would ask for your aid, if you will allow us the safety of your pack, his home, and supplies. If you can lend me a cart I can get him here, and into an empty den. His sickness is only mildly catching, but I understand you not wanting to take risks.” she fought the urge to shift from foot to foot. She desperately needed this strangers help. Heaving Pyr into a cart would be a shockingly difficult task for the young girl, but she would do it, if she had to.