Yara kept her gaze steady as Basilisk approached, feeling a mix of fear and determination. The presence of the Warlord added to the gravity of the situation, but she knew it was crucial to relay what they had seen. The images of the diseased tree and the dead deer were etched vividly in her mind.
Listening to Wilder explain the situation, Yara felt a surge of courage. She couldn't let fear paralyze her, not now. She stepped forward, her voice strong despite the underlying tremor of fear. "The leaves were mottled with black and grey spots, and the bark of the tree looked brittle and pale," she added to Wilder's report, her tone spoken for clarity and delivered on a soft voice. "The deer had lesions and was already decomposing. This disease is affecting both the plants and animals. We need to act quickly to contain it, we need to burn it."
Her eyes locked onto Basilisk's, hoping her words conveyed the urgency of the situation. She had seen the devastating effects of disease firsthand, and the thought of it spreading through the pack was terrifying. She knew she was just a Songbird, but her past made it hard for her to leave herself silent about this. She had to trust in the Warlord's leadership and do whatever she could to help prevent the disease from spreading further, so once she was finished speaking she took a step back beside Wilder and lowered her lighter colored muzzle.
