Let The Wind Eavesdrop

Gossamer sighed heavily, wincing at the news that their food stores had been contaminated and they'd all likely been exposed. Fucking great. She'd just get over one debilitating disease, now she was at risk for another. Ignita mentioned burning down the woods. It seemed a touch extreme but that was the expected course of action for regular blight when it infected a plant in the healer's gardens. You pulled it and burned it. At least it was spring meaning wider hunting opportunities. Still, the likelyhood of the blight having already spread beyond the woods border made it seem too little too late.

Gossy sat quietly, listening as the others spoke. She nodded her head as Basilisk spoke of claiming a different territory. The others carried on with their thoughts. When Gossamer saw an opening she added her own. "I agree, claiming a new third territory could give us a source of food for now and limit exposures. Unfortunately, the blight might have to be left to take its course and hopefully some of the plants and animals will begin to develop immunity. We might need a brutally cold winter to really cleanse this land." She sighed again, shaking her head a little. "I just hope this isn't a kin of the disease that spread during the Long Night." She shuddered at the memory of the ooze in her nose and ears, the sight of mushrooms growing out of pack mates ears.

A cacophony of yowling caught Gossamer's attention. A pair of coyotes farther up the border. She snarled. "Pests. I'll take care of it. You all can continue hashing out a plan."

-exit unless stopped-