Let The Wind Eavesdrop

Maybe it was the protective hormones surging within her to do anything for her growing brood within, maybe it was the dire situation but she couldn't help the bristling of her fur as Basilisk denied her suggestion. Then Yara backs him up in such a way as to command the crowd, even going so far to present the ideas as if they were her own! Painting Ignita into a floundering naive buffoon before them all. Who did she think she was? Her golden eyes glanced between Basilisk and Yara. Her head swung toward Wilder as he made his way forward. Oh no... He has it too. How long will it be until she starts showing signs... If the blight gets the babies surely it'll kill them.

She rests her paw protectively over her stomach, concern washes over her features as they each weigh in.

"Thank you, Wilder." She responds first, giving him a warm nod, "Then we'll hope the forest will recover on its own. Since the stores have been tainted anyway and the market is closed for now, why don't we bring in the afflicted for a warm den so we can tend to them more easily? There's no point to this quarantine if we were all exposed to the blight for a week or more before we noticed." She looked at Basilisk only, a grimace over the implications, worry for his strength and the health of the babes. Where was Ollie on that cure?

"Speech"