where it all began

The sound of another's approach brought Aryn's head to lift, exposing a puddle of blue ooze that had leaked from her and onto the forest floor. The shape was familiar and she lifted a paw to swipe at her leaking eyes. "Eyrun?" First they had heard her voice on the volcano, now she was here before her - what was going on? "Unwell is an understatement." The realization hit Aryn quickly, her eyes widening as she looked over at her friend. "Am I dead, Eyrun?"

She frowned, feeling no different but.. well, what other explanation was there? "Poor Veigar, losing us both would be so hard on him." The sick wolf mumbled, sighed, and replaced her head into the puddle of ooze. What happened now? Did Eyrun fly her up to some otherworld for dead wolves? Would she get to say goodbye to Veigar?