get out of my head

Viviane's fears about the weird changes in the world seemed to be coming true, as more and more wolves were suddenly displaying strange symptoms. All the other symptoms notwithstanding, the one thing they had in common was the strange oozing fluids. She had no experience with such a thing - was it a disease? A poison? A curse? If it was a curse she was not at all qualified to do anything about it, but she refused to believe that could be. But if it wasnt then she didn't know what to do to fix it, and she was frantic to find a way to cure her oozing packmates.

That was what she was doing out in the briar, desperately looking for any herbs that may have started to regrow to try something, anything. She wasn't expecting to come across another woman, talking to herself and scraping the top of her head. Viviane, alarmed, stepped forward quickly. "Ma'am, are you all right?" It was as she was reaching a paw for the womans shoulder to try to stop her from harming herself that she noticed the blue liquid trailing along the womans face, but it was too late to arrest her own motion completely and she brushed against the stranger's shoulder. She hesitated - she wanted to immediately fall straight into her healing training and do what she could to help the woman, but would it put Valhalla at more risk?