Come Whatever May [Pesto]

Perhaps it was a bad idea to go looking for Alarr in the midst of spooky otherworldly oddities, she should have expected that the lead healer would be busy trying to investigate or help reassure other pack members and without much time to sit down and talk, or just hang out. Pestilence shared a moment of silence with the horned man as he grasped for words, when suddenly the familiar garbled voice of Jupiter broke through her concentration. Pesto blinked, tearing her gaze off Alarr and onto the blue-tinted marauder. In his mouth was a plank riddled in mushrooms, and Pestilence stepped back from them almost instinctively. Weren't those things faintly poisonous looking to anyone else?

Alarr didn't seem to have answers for them either, though was confusingly intrigued by Jupiter's insistence that it was pulsing with his heartbeat. She choked down a brief laugh as Alarr shoved his face into Jupiter's side to listen, taking a seat on her rear and doing her best to look anywhere other then the two men. "Should I give you two some privacy?" She teased lightly, head still turned and watching the other mushrooms that grew upon Alarr's den entrance. They too, pulsed in sync to something and Pesto wondered who's heartbeat they had commandeered.