Yara nodded, taking Basilisk's instructions to heart. She followed his lead, using her paws to churn the dirt around the affected area. Her movements were swift and efficient, a testament to her determination.
"Alright, let's make sure we don't add fire to our list of problems," she quipped, a playful smirk tugging at her lips despite the gravity of their task. "I'd rather not become a roasted wolf today." The humor was perhaps a way at keeping her mind from acknowledging the fear she felt being so close to the source of the blight.
She worked quickly, her muscles straining as she dug and cleared, creating a barrier to contain any potential fire. Her focus was intense, but she couldn't resist throwing a light-hearted comment over her shoulder. "Think we could start a new trend with this? Make being muddy the new look?" She smirked, looking down at her light coat getting completely covered in the rich soil of the Mile-High Woods.
