Running alone

Plague hummed thoughtfully as Rudy explained the ailment he was seeking help for, his brows pulling together slightly. He had heard stories from others of these sorts of things happening and as far as he could recall there had never been a solution or what most would think of as a pleasant ending. He was sympathetic for the young wolf since he clearly just wanted to find help for someone close to him, but end the end he felt certain that he was just fighting a losing battle. It did make him wonder who it was that he was trying to help, but it wasn't really any of his business. He didn't personally know much about The Hallows beyond the raid they had participated in so he couldn't begin to hazard a guess.

He gave the young man a small shake of his head, telling him, "I'm afraid you're wasting your time." It was harsh, but honest. "I wish I had help to offer you, but that's not something that can be helped. Managed perhaps, but not healed." He got to his paws again, fixing Rudy with a firm, but sympathetic glance. "If I were you, I would be spending time with whoever it is while you can instead of running around looking for a cure." In a way it was his not so subtle way to get the young man to go home instead of having to wonder if he was alright out here on his own, scarfing down prairie chickens and starving.

Plague | Viridis | Procella