Research Assistant

Veigar was miserable. His sickness was something he'd tried hard to hide but it became quickly apparent that he couldn't continue to do so. Not when he was oozing bright green liquid from everywhere. It was irritating at best - and downright maddening at worst. The ears he could ignore, but having thick liquid dripping out of his eyes and all over his face constantly was enough to drive him crazy. At least he thought it was that doing it, not the sickness itself affecting his mind. He was feeling more and more off with each day that passed, paranoid that he didn't quite belong here, even more so than usual. Like everyone around him was becoming acutely aware of just how different he was and how he didn't belong.

That was why, when he heard a call from someone he didn't know well, he was quick to reply to it. Slender legs carried him across the redbud forest until he found Misery. He was breathing hard by the time he got here, skidding to a halt and wiping some of the green ooze from his nose and cheeks. His jaws parted slightly, the same liquid oozing from his tongue and dripping down his jowls. He was a mess, but he knew there were other wolves in Habari who were sick, so surely it would just pass... right? "I'm here to help. I'm Veigar," he added quickly, in case this boy didn't know his name.