aquaphobia

For how callous the young man was even Malachai could not help but feel worried. He worried for his sister and his pack as many of the members had fallen suddenly ill and though he himself had been spared he had to feel at least a little spooked by what was going on. It all felt a little too heavy for the young man and he felt helpless in the face of such suffering. But he had noticed the proliferation of the new glowing "bugs" that seemed to feast on the flowing flora and somehow he'd gotten it into his mind that if he chased them down he might solve whatever the fuck had gone wrong with the world.

So Malachai left the pack lands, his paws carrying him after the lights that danced through the fog. It was so thick he didn't even smell the other young man whose path he kept crossing until Grimshaw was visible. A brief moment of emotion thrilled through Malachai and he abandoned his initial chase. "You're alright!" He said, his tone so sincere and full of relief as he approached Grimshaw. He'd had been worried that like so much of his family the other young man would have been caught up in the sickness that had taken over the continent.

"Malachai Cain Klein"